David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,345 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

681. The White Ship.(24) ....... 1/26/2013
682. The Wife's Reply 5/26/2013
683. The Wild Boy 5/4/2014
684. The Wild Sucker Tree 4/7/2014
685. They Transferred Her Home To Die 7/25/2013
686. Thinking Backwards 6/18/2013
687. This Coming Day 7/17/2014
688. This Mortal Life 10/28/2013
689. Thoreau's Wife 1/23/2013
690. Thoughts Of An Irish Slave In Scotland 924 A.D. 1/10/2013
691. Thyrsis 12/24/2013
692. Time Was 3/29/2014
693. Time Won’t Stand Still 6/23/2013
694. Timeless Love 3/21/2014
695. To A Night Dove 4/27/2014
696. To A Persian Poet 6/8/2014
697. To A Poetess I Loved Before 9/15/2013
698. To A Poetess Who Wants To Infect Her Reluctant Lover With A Love Virus 3/23/2014
699. To An American Lady In Ireland 1/20/2013
700. To An Internet Poetess 9/14/2013
701. To An Offer Of Young Love Across The Internet 5/3/2014
702. To Elaine 7/10/2013
703. To Elaine Who Has The Sniffles 12/11/2013
704. To Jim Hiner: A Recommendation 10/27/2013
705. To Julia 1/29/2013
706. To Lainey On The Cam 6/19/2013
707. To My Bronwen 6/1/2013
708. To My Competitor 6/7/2014
709. To My Ever Faithful Elaine 8/31/2014
710. To My Ex-Wife 7/26/2013
711. To My Mountan Laurel 10/4/2014
712. To My Roselyn On My 68th Birthday 1/25/2013
713. To See This Giant 9/22/2014
714. To Sweet Valerie 8/18/2013
715. To The Poet Dave Wood 5/3/2013
716. To The Poet Blackbird 6/12/2013
717. To The Poetess Who Keeps Cutting Herself 2/13/2014
718. To Wise Valerie 8/20/2013
719. Ulysses 10/14/2014
720. Ulysses In Age 10/14/2014
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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