David McLansky

Freshman - 899 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

321. My Confounding Muse 1/11/2013
322. My Eternal Rest 9/14/2014
323. My Fears 6/14/2014
324. My Good Wife 7/7/2013
325. My Irrelevence 4/3/2014
326. My Last Duchess 8/28/2013
327. My Love Dies With Me When I Die 10/3/2013
328. My Many Moods 4/12/2014
329. My Missing Muse 5/24/2013
330. My Old Mentor 2/10/2015
331. My Wall Clock Stopped At Five To Five 10/8/2013
332. Neutron Star 4/8/2014
333. Never Love A Crazy Lady 1/22/2013
334. New Year Wishes 2013 1/1/2013
335. New Years Day 2014 1/6/2014
336. New Year's Toast 2013 5/22/2013
337. Nguyen Chi Thien 1/30/2013
338. Nguyen Chi Thien 2 1/30/2013
339. Night 1/4/2015
340. Night Bird 1/19/2013
341. Night Ledger 6/15/2014
342. Nightly She Sings 7/24/2013
343. Nightmare 7/7/2014
344. North Korea 5/20/2013
345. Ode To Elsie 2/8/2014
346. Odysseus And The Suitors 7/4/2013
347. Odysseus Bound 8/2/2013
348. Oh For A Glass Of Sauterne Wine 2/18/2013
349. Oh Lay Me Down 6/15/2014
350. Oh Listless Maiden In My Garden 11/17/2013
351. Oh Stupid Boy 5/26/2013
352. Oh Valerie, You Keep Me Waiting 8/19/2013
353. Oh Where Is My Love 8/19/2013
354. Old Adam In His Eden 9/25/2013
355. Old Adam In His Garden 6/8/2014
356. Old Age 3/28/2015
357. Old Age And Youth (A Riff) 12/6/2012
358. Old Age Has Its Own Alarm Clock 7/3/2013
359. Old Age Is Not For Weaklings 2/14/2014
360. Old Black Man 3/7/2014
Best Poem of David McLansky

9/11

They told us all 'to just stay put, '
Breathing ashes and blackened soot,
'Put a towel against the door, '
'Wet it first, put it on the floor; '
'The Firemen were on the way, '
That's what 911 said that day;
But I've always had an ornery streak,
When told to obey and to be meek,
We were told to wait in that fiery din;
'Be patient, the firemen were coming in; '
But I rebelled; I could not sit still,
I would not cling to the windowsill,
I was tired of always following orders,
I had to think of my two daughters;
So for once I dared to rebel
To...

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The Cloak

The Cloak

Give to me
Your web of sorrow
And I will weave it
On the morrow
Into a cloth of shimmering gold
Interlaced with spells of old,
Chants against the days of sadness,
Armor for the days of madness;
Protecting hearts not meant to be
Stunned by life's harsh threnody.

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