Members Profile


David Mclansky
David Mclansky New York / United States, Male, 72
Profession :
Poet, Sculptor
Education :
Ph.D.
This list shows most recent 10 activities.
Activities Date
Poems Rated  
9/20/2014 3:59:00 AM
6/10/2014 3:00:00 AM
10/21/2013 3:35:00 AM
10/21/2013 3:27:00 AM
6/28/2013 9:12:00 AM
6/26/2013 4:41:00 AM
5/28/2013 6:14:00 AM
5/26/2013 5:29:00 AM
5/25/2013 6:32:00 AM
3/3/2013 4:43:00 AM
Poems Liked  
11/21/2014 5:07:33 AM
Poet Liked  
6/15/2015 6:37:31 AM

David Mclansky's last comments on poems and poets

  • POEM: New Year Sonnet by Dan Reynolds (4/22/2016 7:23:00 AM)

    I know that in the end Death is right
    The wakeless sleep a harder stir from bed
    I shift my arms and legs lay paralyzed
    And search my memory for

  • POEM: Your Season by Elaine Sept (4/17/2016 5:21:00 AM)

    To Elaine

    A groundhog ate my tulip bulbs
    I saw him in the morn;
    Their bursting heads
    Had barely blazed
    Their petals chewed, now torn;
    Beauty has no special right
    To exist upon the dawn
    I hold their limpid tooth worked spears
    And helpless glower and mourn.
    The flower I thought to give to you
    In tribute to your form
    Was eaten by that waddling rat
    Who sniffs the air with scorn.

  • POEM: Your Season by Elaine Sept (4/17/2016 5:14:00 AM)

    To Elaine

    A groundhog ate my tulip bulbs
    I saw him in the morn;
    Their bursting heads
    Had barely blazed
    Their petals chewed and torn;
    Beauty has no special right
    To exist upon the dawn
    I hold their limpid tooth worked spears
    And helpless glower and mourn.
    The flower I thought to give to you
    In tribute to your form
    Was eaten by that dirty rat
    Who sniffs the air with scorn.

Read all 109 comments »
[Hata Bildir]