David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,598 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

A Riff On Pradip Chattopadhyay's Fine Poem 'Gateman.' - Poem by David McLansky

Open the door, old gateman,
Open your garden to me;
Your wrought iron black spear points,
Deny me shared ecstasy.

I’ve thrown a ball through your grates
Just to win entry.
I want to see all your flowers,
The roses, the pink peony.

How strange to walk in the city
To be halted, locked out by a gate;
To see a sign that says, “Private.”
To realize my life doesn’t rate.

Oh quiet glade in the city
A refuge secured, evergreen,
With pathways that snake around bushes
That serve as a privacy screen.

Oh Open your door, old gateman,
Allow me this bucolic scene;
I want to test all your benches,
And lose myself in your dream.

Comments about A Riff On Pradip Chattopadhyay's Fine Poem 'Gateman.' by David McLansky

  • Elaine Sept (7/9/2013 4:09:00 AM)

    This is fantastic David! Ahh how I miss you.... (Report) Reply

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  • (7/2/2013 2:40:00 AM)

    Oh, that's a great one David, seeing it another way but in the end coming around. Hats off for this delightful piece of work. (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (6/28/2013 10:06:00 AM)

    In the city of poetry, good poem, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 29, 2013

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