David McLansky

David McLansky Poems

Give me not
Your nubile girls
Experts on the course of life,
Whose baby cheeks

No stillness filled the air,
The Nation didn't pause
Speechless with despair;
No limousine procession


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; '

As I stole into your garden
The conifers thick upon the margin;
Sharp with needles that pinched my skin
That didn't want to let me in;

Vhia = Welcome to the Family

You radiate such sparkling joy
Your happiness contagious

Bell of the morn
Streaks of red clouds
Signal the dawn;
The sun shall arise

Where Julia is, I do not know
Perhaps in the Catskill woods
Sitting in a wooden house
Staring at the snow

How gentle the first flower of Spring,
So innocent and stout
It bursts with strength the icy ring
And waves it's head about;

When a poem is done
My soul is purged,
The torment released,
In nouns and verbs.

Young man I do appreciate your kindness at the curb,

So good of you to aid me there without a pleading word;

They lowered the babe into my lap;
Careful with her ties and snaps,
Her naked legs, startled, churning;
My eyes welled up, my throat was burnng.

I gave to her a marigold
Plucked from the sea cliff bank;
Her eyes grew wild and chilly cold
At I so bold and frank;

Said Thoreau's nagging,
Screaming wife,
'What makes you think
Your boring life

Silvered Time
A spinning ball;
Twin beacons light my spiriling fall;
A static lens within the caul;

How can I dull this mother’s Ache
Fist pressed against her heart
Clenched as if her Heart would break;
Frail wisdom to impart

Could I step through
The mists of time
And call your name
While in your prime;

Dying men
Bell the season,
But give no pause
To Nature's treason;

Open the door, old gateman,
Open your garden to me;
Your wrought iron black spear points,
Deny me shared ecstasy.

A Bard limp stands
Before the sea,
Resplendent in its majesty,
And envies it, this endless ocean,

Let me fade away in sleep,
Be spared that vision as you weep;
Avoid the desperation of your eyes,
For as I die I will deprive;

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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 watched
Love walk away,
The unforsworn
On rainy days.

David McLansky Comments

Elisha Wilson 15 July 2013

David you write great poems.

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Jay Hall 30 March 2014

I enjoy your poems. Thanks for sharing.

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David Mclansky 05 April 2013

Thank you, very much.. David

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Joanne Lavine 16 October 2021

I am thinking of you, grateful to have finally met your family last year, I will never forget the privilege of knowing you both, finally! Peace always, my friend.

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Debra Usher 12 January 2020

I would like to talk to David about one of his poems and using it in an article, debra.ushericloud

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Elaine Sept 03 November 2017

You write poems that bring me into your world, you truly have a gift. I pray that you keep writing, and allowing us to be in your wonderful world of words. If you write it we will read! Elaine

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Brenda Stevens 19 February 2017

i know you because of this poem crossing eons yes knowing feeling...being....smiling thank you

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nice poems. you are great in showing feels.that shows a good improvement. i invite you to read my poems at my poets page. that is a friendly invitation

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