David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,564 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

Comments about David McLansky

  • 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

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  • 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

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 ...

Read the full of in Praise Of Older Women

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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