David McLansky

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

David McLansky Poems

521. Scratches Of A Pen 3/24/2014
522. Searching For Lainey 6/21/2013
523. Searching For Laurel 6/21/2013
524. Second Love 5/24/2014
525. Seeing The Light 5/7/2014
526. Sextant 3/29/2014
527. Shakespeare In Love 11/20/2012
528. Shakespeare To His Wife, Ann Hathaway 11/18/2012
529. Shattered Spell 8/7/2014
530. She Enters 4/13/2013
531. Should You Die Before I Die 2/9/2014
532. Signing Off 1/16/2013
533. Silent Knights 2/27/2013
534. Silly Poem In Spring 3/6/2014
535. Sitting Alone On Kay's Empty Bench 9/30/2013
536. Smoking My Pipe At The Window 2/20/2014
537. Sodom''s Lament (A Riff) 12/18/2012
538. Spanish Civil War Veteran Eulogy 4/5/2014
539. Spanking The Monkey 2/10/2014
540. Speak Not Of Love (A Riff) 12/10/2012
541. Spring 9/15/2013
542. Subject alice (A Riff For Myke) 9/24/2014
543. Subject riff On Julie 's Coded Love Note Written In Lemon Juice On The Back Of A Grocery Slip 5/21/2014
544. Subject riff On Woman-Of-Poem's Cursed-Blessings 4/7/2014
545. Subject riff On Womanzsoul Fishing For Peace 4/7/2014
546. Subject send Me No Flowers 5/13/2014
547. Success 11/19/2014
548. Sue Ellen 10/5/2014
549. Sweet Elaine 1/23/2015
550. Swimming In The Flood 2/11/2014
551. Tattoo 1/26/2014
552. Thank God, Marge Is Back 9/11/2013
553. That The Soul Can Turn 3/29/2014
554. The 1976 Irish Guide 4/24/2013
555. The Advantages Of A Pretty Wife 6/24/2013
556. The Art Of Product Placement 5/9/2014
557. The Awakening 7/10/2014
558. The Beauty Of This Day 3/7/2014
559. The Blessings Of Old Age 4/13/2015
560. The Body Of My Temple Lays Unswept; 9/18/2014
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.

Read the full of After My Death

The Cloak

The Cloak

Give to me
Your web of sorrow
And I will weave it
On the morrow
Into a cloth of shimmering gold
Interlaced with spells of old,
Chants against the days of sadness,
Armor for the days of madness;
Protecting hearts not meant to be
Stunned by life's harsh threnody.

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