David McLansky

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

David McLansky Poems

641. The Sacrifice 12/30/2012
642. The Silence 5/15/2015
643. The Son I Carried 10/25/2013
644. The Stripper (As Sung By Sting) 5/18/2014
645. The White Shio (13) 3/15/2013
646. The White Ship 3/2/2013
647. The White Ship (7) 3/7/2013
648. The White Ship ((22) 3/24/2013
649. The White Ship (10.1) 3/11/2013
650. The White Ship (11) 3/12/2013
651. The White Ship (12) 3/13/2013
652. The White Ship (13) 3/14/2013
653. The White Ship (14) 3/16/2013
654. The White Ship (17) 3/19/2013
655. The White Ship (2) 3/1/2013
656. The White Ship (21) 3/23/2013
657. The White Ship (25) 3/31/2013
658. The White Ship (27) 4/1/2013
659. The White Ship (28 V.2) 4/2/2013
660. The White Ship (28) 1/26/2013
661. The White Ship (29) 4/3/2013
662. The White Ship (3) 3/3/2013
663. The White Ship (30)) 4/4/2013
664. The White Ship (31) 4/5/2013
665. The White Ship (32) 4/6/2013
666. The White Ship (33) 4/7/2013
667. The White Ship (34) 4/8/2013
668. The White Ship (35) 4/9/2013
669. The White Ship (37) 4/10/2013
670. The White Ship (38) 4/11/2013
671. The White Ship (4) 3/4/2013
672. The White Ship (40) 4/12/2013
673. The White Ship (41) 4/13/2013
674. The White Ship (42) 4/14/2013
675. The White Ship (44) 4/15/2013
676. The White Ship (46) 4/16/2013
677. The White Ship (5) 3/5/2013
678. The White Ship (50) 4/17/2013
679. The White Ship (51) 4/18/2013
680. The White Ship (52) 4/18/2013
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.

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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