David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,361 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

321. Mind Reading 4/15/2014
322. Mix Up At The Mausoleum 5/12/2013
323. Mortals All 9/6/2013
324. Movie Stars 5/29/2014
325. Moving 11/20/2014
326. Moving Toward The Light 8/13/2013
327. My Angel 10/11/2013
328. My Confounding Muse 1/11/2013
329. My Eternal Rest 9/14/2014
330. My Fears 6/14/2014
331. My Good Wife 7/7/2013
332. My Grandaughter 9/9/2015
333. My Irrelevence 4/3/2014
334. My Last Duchess 8/28/2013
335. My Love Dies With Me When I Die 10/3/2013
336. My Many Moods 4/12/2014
337. My Missing Muse 5/24/2013
338. My Old Mentor 2/10/2015
339. My Wall Clock Stopped At Five To Five 10/8/2013
340. Neutron Star 4/8/2014
341. Never Love A Crazy Lady 1/22/2013
342. New Year Wishes 2013 1/1/2013
343. New Years Day 2014 1/6/2014
344. New Year's Toast 2013 5/22/2013
345. Nguyen Chi Thien 1/30/2013
346. Nguyen Chi Thien 2 1/30/2013
347. Night 1/4/2015
348. Night Bird 1/19/2013
349. Night Ledger 6/15/2014
350. Nightly She Sings 7/24/2013
351. Nightmare 7/7/2014
352. North Korea 5/20/2013
353. Ode To Elsie 2/8/2014
354. Odysseus And The Suitors 7/4/2013
355. Odysseus Bound 8/2/2013
356. Oh For A Glass Of Sauterne Wine 2/18/2013
357. Oh Lay Me Down 6/15/2014
358. Oh Listless Maiden In My Garden 11/17/2013
359. Oh Stupid Boy 5/26/2013
360. Oh Valerie, You Keep Me Waiting 8/19/2013
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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Galatea (A Riff)

What perfection in eye and cheek,
She shifts her body, I cannot speak,
Her back's soft light of muscled bone
That I would frame in marble stone;

What arrogance in handheld tool
That I could take what's learned in school
And reproduce her subtle beauty
Oh Pygmalion, you fail in duty.

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