David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,557 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

721. To Wise Valerie 8/20/2013
722. Ulysses 10/14/2014
723. Ulysses In Age 10/14/2014
724. Upon Meeting My Granddaughter For The First Time 9/26/2015
725. Urbanization And The Irish 3 3/17/2013
726. Valentine's Day 1973 4/19/2014
727. Vhia, Welcome 2/19/2015
728. Victoria Spivey's Blues 12/20/2014
729. Vines 12/2/2012
730. Visions 3/2/2013
731. Visions 2 3/2/2013
732. Walking On The Morning Beach 2/12/2013
733. Warning To A Rhymster Who Is Making Everyone Crazy. 4/4/2014
734. Watching Tv 2/16/2014
735. Weaving Loom 9/30/2013
736. Weddng Ceremony 2/16/2013
737. What If Columbus Was A Really Nice Fella? (A Riff) 1/14/2013
738. What Is A Writer 7/17/2013
739. When A Poem Is Done 8/6/2014
740. When I Consider How My Days Were Spent 12/4/2012
741. When I Look Back 8/24/2013
742. When Planting Flowers On My Grave 3/30/2014
743. When Planting Flowers On My Grave 7/4/2007 0: 00 Am 5/24/2014
744. When The Bell Tolls 11/19/2013
745. When The Bishop Called 5/26/2013
746. When The Spell Of Love Has Burst 6/30/2013
747. Whenever Fierce Insanity, 7/21/2013
748. Whenever Regal Guinevere 5/18/2013
749. Who 6/7/2013
750. Why I Am Opposed To Elaine Getting A Tattoo 2/13/2015
751. Why Must I Dwell 7/21/2013
752. Why Some Women Stray 6/6/2014
753. Wolfe Larsen 5/24/2014
754. Woman In The Colorado Mountain Woods 3/28/2014
755. Woman In The Colorado Mountain Woods Ii 3/28/2014
756. Words Spoken Without Passion's Breath 5/5/2013
757. Xi Jinping You Cannot Win 6/9/2013
758. Xu Zhiyong 7/17/2013
759. Yorick 3/1/2014
760. You Can'T Make Gold 4/3/2013
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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