David McLansky

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

David McLansky Poems

601. The Old King 11/29/2014
602. The Old Priest 1/20/2013
603. The Old Psychologist 5/14/2014
604. The Peaceful Poet 5/31/2014
605. The Pilgrim Road 12/8/2012
606. The Pilgrim Road 6 & 7 12/10/2012
607. The Pilgrim Road 14 12/20/2012
608. The Pilgrim Road 15 12/24/2012
609. The Pilgrim Road 2 12/8/2012
610. The Pilgrim Road 10 12/13/2012
611. The Pilgrim Road 12 12/14/2012
612. The Pilgrim Road 13 12/16/2012
613. The Pilgrim Road 16 & 17 & 18 12/25/2012
614. The Pilgrim Road 19 & 20 12/27/2012
615. The Pilgrim Road 21 & 22 & 23 & 24 12/28/2012
616. The Pilgrim Road 23 12/29/2012
617. The Pilgrim Road 25 12/29/2012
618. The Pilgrim Road 29,30,31,32 12/31/2012
619. The Pilgrim Road 3 12/8/2012
620. The Pilgrim Road 33,34,35,36,37,38,39 1/2/2013
621. The Pilgrim Road 4 12/8/2012
622. The Pilgrim Road 40 & 41 1/5/2013
623. The Pilgrim Road 40,41,42,43 1/7/2013
624. The Pilgrim Road 43,44.45,46,47,48,49 1/9/2013
625. The Pilgrim Road 5 12/9/2012
626. The Pilgrim Road 50 1/12/2013
627. The Pilgrim Road 6 12/11/2012
628. The Pilgrim Road 7 12/12/2012
629. The Pilgrimage 2/19/2014
630. The Pilgrum Road 26 12/30/2012
631. The Prisonner's Rosary 5/30/2013
632. The Renaissance Priest 4/6/2014
633. The Renaissance Priest #3 5/18/2014
634. The Renaissance Priest Ii 4/6/2014
635. The Renaissance Priest Iii 4/6/2014
636. The Rented House 3/7/2014
637. The Return 4/21/2014
638. The Rite 7/2/2013
639. The Route To Earthly Paradise 7/27/2013
640. The Sacrfice 2/24/2014
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.

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Galatea (A Riff)

What perfection in eye and cheek,
She shifts her body, I cannot speak,
Her back's soft light of muscled bone
That I would frame in marble stone;

What arrogance in handheld tool
That I could take what's learned in school
And reproduce her subtle beauty
Oh Pygmalion, you fail in duty.

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