David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,562 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

1. Anne Hathaway: On Her Famous Husband's Yearly Visit 11/19/2012
2. Shakespeare In Love 11/20/2012
3. Bangladesh (A Riff) 11/21/2012
4. The Cloak 11/22/2012
5. Pere & Fils 11/24/2012
6. Animal Spirits (A Riff) 11/25/2012
7. Death Remains My Enemy (A Riff) 11/27/2012
8. Economy 11/29/2012
9. Lyndsy Lohan Before The Judge (A Riff) 11/30/2012
10. Vines 12/2/2012
11. Rock Me In Your Arms Asleep 12/3/2012
12. Old Age And Youth (A Riff) 12/6/2012
13. After The Second Child's Death 12/6/2012
14. The Pilgrim Road 3 12/8/2012
15. The Pilgrim Road 12/8/2012
16. The Pilgrim Road 6 12/11/2012
17. Make Not A Virtue Of Suicide (A Riff) 12/11/2012
18. The Pilgrim Road 7 12/12/2012
19. The Pilgrim Road 10 12/13/2012
20. The Pilgrim Road 12 12/14/2012
21. Little Red Fingers 12/14/2012
22. The Last Party 12/16/2012
23. The Pilgrim Road 13 12/16/2012
24. The Irish In Decline (A Riff) 12/17/2012
25. Sodom''s Lament (A Riff) 12/18/2012
26. Kissing Me 12/19/2012
27. Liu Xiaobo 12/19/2012
28. The Pilgrim Road 14 12/20/2012
29. Huang Xiang 12/23/2012
30. Everyday 12/24/2012
31. Borders 12/5/2012
32. The Pilgrim Road 2 12/8/2012
33. The Pilgrim Road 6 & 7 12/10/2012
34. The Pilgrim Road 16 & 17 & 18 12/25/2012
35. The Pilgrim Road 23 12/29/2012
36. The Pilgrim Road 25 12/29/2012
37. The Pilgrum Road 26 12/30/2012
38. The Sacrifice 12/30/2012
39. The Pilgrim Road 29,30,31,32 12/31/2012
40. New Year Wishes 2013 1/1/2013
Best Poem of David McLansky

After My Death

No stillness filled the air,
The Nation didn't pause
Speechless with despair;
No limousine procession
Slowly snaked the road,
Winding to the crowded hill
And my last abode;
No local politicians
Recalled the City's loss
No Abbot of the Diocese
Softly kissed his Cross;
No Mayor of the Village
Called me Mankind's Friend,
No speeches intoned over me
Recalling Life at end;
At my empty grave site
Two weeping children stood,
Summarizing all I'd done
And all I ever would.

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Shakespeare In Love

To me my beauty you never shall be old,
Though Time shall scourge your fragile shield of flesh;
I balm those wounds as Time's cruel lash does scold,
And heal his welts, your loveliness refreshed;
For in my love are herbs of powers rare
Restoring as harsh Time does take away,
My eyes, your mirror, chastening your despair,
Reflecting forth you've aged not yet a day;
Take comfort then within this frame of youth:

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