David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,564 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

281. La Charite Sur Loire 4/6/2014
282. Lainey On The Cam 1/1/2014
283. Lainey On The Cam 2 1/1/2014
284. Lainey On The Cam 4 1/1/2014
285. Lainey On The Cam 5 1/1/2014
286. Lainey On The Cam 6 1/1/2014
287. Lainey’s Out Of The Rain Rewrite 12/23/2013
288. Land Of Shinar 1/25/2013
289. Last Poem 8/1/2013
290. Last Will 6/25/2014
291. Laurel's Song 10/21/2013
292. Le Retour 9/27/2013
293. Leave The Old Man His Dignity 1/6/2015
294. Lenny The Leeprechaun And St. Patrick's Day 3/14/2014
295. Lenny The Leeprechaun4 3/19/2015
296. Lenny The Leprechaun And The Urbanization Of The Irish 3/17/2016
297. Lenny The Leprechaun And The Urbanization Of The Irish 2 3/17/2016
298. Life On The Serengeti 5/14/2014
299. Like A Singer In Some Dark Cafe 6/12/2013
300. Lillian Runs 4/9/2014
301. Limerick: There Once Was A Stripper From Bagdad 3/17/2013
302. Little Girl’s First Train Ride 8/27/2013
303. Little Red Fingers 12/14/2012
304. Liu Xiaboo 6/9/2013
305. Liu Xiaobo 12/19/2012
306. Living Suicide 5/12/2014
307. Looking Back 5/23/2013
308. Lost Poems Found 10/23/2013
309. Love In Age 1/26/2013
310. Love On The Internet 5/14/2013
311. Love's Priorities 9/28/2013
312. Lyndsy Lohan Before The Judge (A Riff) 11/30/2012
313. Mad Poet 10/2/2013
314. Make Not A Monument Of Grief 9/16/2013
315. Make Not A Virtue Of Suicide (A Riff) 12/11/2012
316. Mandela's Shadow 12/5/2013
317. Mandella And His Guard 5/20/2013
318. Markers 5/27/2015
319. Mary Ann 4/6/2014
320. Masquerade 1/13/2013
Best Poem of David McLansky

in Praise Of Older Women

Give me not
Your nubile girls
Experts on the course of life,
Whose baby cheeks
Unshadowed eyes
Bespeak the fact
They've never cried.

Give to me
A love of sorrow
Whose flesh has known
Fear of tomorrow;
Whose hands have shaken
With life's knowledge
Never gained
By years of college.

Give to me
A love whose sated
Scores of lovers
Proved ill-fated,
Grateful for the touch
That brings
The revival of
Youth's fateful Spring.

Give me not
Your heart unbroken,
The n'er betrayed
By words unspoken,
Who never ...

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Shakespeare In Love

To me my beauty you never shall be old,
Though Time shall scourge your fragile shield of flesh;
I balm those wounds as Time's cruel lash does scold,
And heal his welts, your loveliness refreshed;
For in my love are herbs of powers rare
Restoring as harsh Time does take away,
My eyes, your mirror, chastening your despair,
Reflecting forth you've aged not yet a day;
Take comfort then within this frame of youth:

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