David McLansky

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

David McLansky Poems

161. Debra Song 4/3/2014
162. December 22,1973 4/24/2014
163. Deer In My Garden 5/6/2013
164. Depression 6/6/2015
165. Despise Me Not For My Obession With Your Form 10/12/2013
166. Devouring Time 5/25/2013
167. Discovering Charity Given 2/21/2014
168. Distracted Youth Whose Heart's Impaled 12/14/2013
169. Do Not Grieve For Me 10/12/2013
170. Dog At The Pound 1/18/2013
171. Dorothy, I Have Seen You Three Times 3/4/2014
172. Dr.Fischbein 8/5/2015
173. Dracula's Family Life, An Intimate Picture 3/27/2014
174. Dragon 3/5/2014
175. Drunk On The Irt Subway 5/27/2014
176. Eat Your Ice Cream While You May 12/21/2013
177. Economy 11/29/2012
178. Elaine At The Mini-Mart 1/6/2014
179. Elaine Sept 12/11/2013
180. Embers 2/19/2014
181. Emily Dickinson's Birthday Present 11/25/2012
182. Emily Poem 2/3/2013
183. End Of The Ice Age 3/18/2014
184. Epitaph 11/27/2013
185. Eusthacia 6/23/2013
186. Everyday 12/24/2012
187. Evil Etiquette 5/27/2014
188. Falling Down 7/15/2013
189. Family Court Lawyers 6/7/2014
190. Fare Thee Well Emily 4/27/2013
191. Final Instructions 8/13/2015
192. Fine Memory Of Chana Along Lake Nefooey 2/8/2014
193. Fire Island 6/28/2013
194. For A Poet 6/2/2014
195. For Adele; A Song Hello, It's Me. 11/28/2015
196. For Chana 6/2/2014
197. For Chen Zongchou 10/26/2013
198. For Kay Newly Transfered To A Nursing Home 5/19/2013
199. For Lillian: Paris Cafe 2/22/2014
200. For Lillian: In Memorium 6/12/2013
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 ...

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The Cloak

The Cloak

Give to me
Your web of sorrow
And I will weave it
On the morrow
Into a cloth of shimmering gold
Interlaced with spells of old,
Chants against the days of sadness,
Armor for the days of madness;
Protecting hearts not meant to be
Stunned by life's harsh threnody.

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