David McLansky

Freshman - 992 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

321. Moving Toward The Light 8/13/2013
322. My Angel 10/11/2013
323. My Confounding Muse 1/11/2013
324. My Eternal Rest 9/14/2014
325. My Fears 6/14/2014
326. My Good Wife 7/7/2013
327. My Irrelevence 4/3/2014
328. My Last Duchess 8/28/2013
329. My Love Dies With Me When I Die 10/3/2013
330. My Many Moods 4/12/2014
331. My Missing Muse 5/24/2013
332. My Old Mentor 2/10/2015
333. My Wall Clock Stopped At Five To Five 10/8/2013
334. Neutron Star 4/8/2014
335. Never Love A Crazy Lady 1/22/2013
336. New Year Wishes 2013 1/1/2013
337. New Years Day 2014 1/6/2014
338. New Year's Toast 2013 5/22/2013
339. Nguyen Chi Thien 1/30/2013
340. Nguyen Chi Thien 2 1/30/2013
341. Night 1/4/2015
342. Night Bird 1/19/2013
343. Night Ledger 6/15/2014
344. Nightly She Sings 7/24/2013
345. Nightmare 7/7/2014
346. North Korea 5/20/2013
347. Ode To Elsie 2/8/2014
348. Odysseus And The Suitors 7/4/2013
349. Odysseus Bound 8/2/2013
350. Oh For A Glass Of Sauterne Wine 2/18/2013
351. Oh Lay Me Down 6/15/2014
352. Oh Listless Maiden In My Garden 11/17/2013
353. Oh Stupid Boy 5/26/2013
354. Oh Valerie, You Keep Me Waiting 8/19/2013
355. Oh Where Is My Love 8/19/2013
356. Old Adam In His Eden 9/25/2013
357. Old Adam In His Garden 6/8/2014
358. Old Age 3/28/2015
359. Old Age And Youth (A Riff) 12/6/2012
360. Old Age Has Its Own Alarm Clock 7/3/2013
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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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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