David McLansky

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

David McLansky Poems

321. Max 6/2/2013
322. Memorial Day 5/21/2013
323. Memory Of Eusthacia 2/13/2014
324. Memory Of My Tourist Ward Along Lake Nefooey 6/4/2014
325. Mind Reading 4/15/2014
326. Mix Up At The Mausoleum 5/12/2013
327. Mortals All 9/6/2013
328. Movie Stars 5/29/2014
329. Moving 11/20/2014
330. Moving Toward The Light 8/13/2013
331. My Angel 10/11/2013
332. My Confounding Muse 1/11/2013
333. My Eternal Rest 9/14/2014
334. My Fears 6/14/2014
335. My Good Wife 7/7/2013
336. My Grandaughter 9/9/2015
337. My Irrelevence 4/3/2014
338. My Last Duchess 8/28/2013
339. My Love Dies With Me When I Die 10/3/2013
340. My Many Moods 4/12/2014
341. My Missing Muse 5/24/2013
342. My Old Mentor 2/10/2015
343. My Wall Clock Stopped At Five To Five 10/8/2013
344. Neutron Star 4/8/2014
345. Never Love A Crazy Lady 1/22/2013
346. New Year Wishes 2013 1/1/2013
347. New Years Day 2014 1/6/2014
348. New Year's Toast 2013 5/22/2013
349. Nguyen Chi Thien 1/30/2013
350. Nguyen Chi Thien 2 1/30/2013
351. Night 1/4/2015
352. Night Bird 1/19/2013
353. Night Ledger 6/15/2014
354. Nightly She Sings 7/24/2013
355. Nightmare 7/7/2014
356. North Korea 5/20/2013
357. Ode To Elsie 2/8/2014
358. Odysseus And The Suitors 7/4/2013
359. Odysseus Bound 8/2/2013
360. Oh For A Glass Of Sauterne Wine 2/18/2013
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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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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