David McLansky

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

David McLansky Poems

761. Crocuses 2/7/2013
762. Oh Where Is My Love 8/19/2013
763. Vhia, Welcome 2/19/2015
764. Answer To Valsa George's Quest For An Anonymous Lover 2/26/2014
765. 9/11 10/13/2013
766. After My Death 12/25/2012
767. in Praise Of Older Women 3/24/2014

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

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

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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