David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,602 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Comments about David McLansky

  • Elaine Sept Elaine Sept (11/3/2017 11:08:00 PM)

    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 Brenda Stevens (2/19/2017 3:23:00 AM)

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

  • Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/7/2014 6:50:00 AM)

    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

  • Dilantha Gunawardana Dilantha Gunawardana (4/5/2014 12:00:00 PM)

    You're an exceptional poet........Your vocabulary is intense and your range of poetry is astounding..........am a fan and I read your first poem casually (tombstone one) but it spurred me on............do keep on writing and you will shake PM with your poetry!

  • Jay Hall (3/30/2014 9:06:00 AM)

    I enjoy your poems. Thanks for sharing.

  • Elisha Wilson (7/15/2013 4:56:00 AM)

    David you write great poems.

  • David Mclansky David Mclansky (4/5/2013 4:32:00 AM)

    Thank you, very much.. David

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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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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