David McLansky Poems

The soft willow slowly blossomed,
With a gentle blush of red.
Your loving tender touch was felt,
As blazing sunlight reared its head.
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They had to bring them from the farms,
The rural soldiers far from the storm
Those naïve lads deprived of books
Who obeyed their orders while sergeants looked;
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I loved you ‘till your teeth fell out
You often forgot to brush
You bit me with your piggy-snout
You were often in a rush;
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“Oh stupid boy,
Come when I call,
Oh stupid boy, you so annoy,
You answer with a plaintive “why.”
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When Fortune fails a caring heart
And what was sworn in masking night
Are vows revealed as love’s black Art
As heaven spreads its mocking light;
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Your skin is white as alabaster
I stroke your skin without disaster
I touch you beneath your loose nightdress,
There’s no resistance to my caress;
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Alas, I felt like Robinson Crusoe;
Or Linda Wolfe without a Trousseau;
Like Vincent Van Gogh without a brush,
A manic turtle in a rush;
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Can the Furies blood
Fed by hate
Metastasize and then abate
Purge itself
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I've walked this road a thousand times
Know every bend and hill
Here the deer cross and here they bed
And here the stream bank over-spills.
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As we drift upon the stream
On silvered light as in a dream,
The oars blades stored within the boat,
Languidly we drift and float;
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