David McLansky

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

irish Protest - Poem by David McLansky

What's all this buzzing in the breeze,
These noisy birds, these humming fleas?
The bursting branches of the woods,
These calling loons, misunderstood;
There's such a screeching in the Spring,
Must every flower loudly ring?
Must lovers murmur on the grass,
Must mallards cackle as they pass?
Oh silent Life in darkened bars!
Oh neon lights, Oh whiskey jars!

Comments about irish Protest by David McLansky

  • Eugene Levich (5/12/2014 7:59:00 AM)

    I like it too! A new Irish bard! I'm adding you to My Favorite Poets List. (Report) Reply

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  • Francis Lynch (5/9/2014 8:42:00 AM)

    I like it. Good write. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 22, 2014

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