David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,564 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

161. Debra Song 4/3/2014
162. December 22,1973 4/24/2014
163. Deer In My Garden 5/6/2013
164. Depression 6/6/2015
165. Despise Me Not For My Obession With Your Form 10/12/2013
166. Devouring Time 5/25/2013
167. Discovering Charity Given 2/21/2014
168. Distracted Youth Whose Heart's Impaled 12/14/2013
169. Do Not Grieve For Me 10/12/2013
170. Dog At The Pound 1/18/2013
171. Dorothy, I Have Seen You Three Times 3/4/2014
172. Dr.Fischbein 8/5/2015
173. Dracula's Family Life, An Intimate Picture 3/27/2014
174. Dragon 3/5/2014
175. Drunk On The Irt Subway 5/27/2014
176. Eat Your Ice Cream While You May 12/21/2013
177. Economy 11/29/2012
178. Elaine At The Mini-Mart 1/6/2014
179. Elaine Sept 12/11/2013
180. Embers 2/19/2014
181. Emily Dickinson's Birthday Present 11/25/2012
182. Emily Poem 2/3/2013
183. End Of The Ice Age 3/18/2014
184. Epitaph 11/27/2013
185. Eusthacia 6/23/2013
186. Everyday 12/24/2012
187. Evil Etiquette 5/27/2014
188. Falling Down 7/15/2013
189. Family Court Lawyers 6/7/2014
190. Fare Thee Well Emily 4/27/2013
191. Final Instructions 8/13/2015
192. Fine Memory Of Chana Along Lake Nefooey 2/8/2014
193. Fire Island 6/28/2013
194. For A Poet 6/2/2014
195. For Adele; A Song Hello, It's Me. 11/28/2015
196. For Chana 6/2/2014
197. For Chen Zongchou 10/26/2013
198. For Kay Newly Transfered To A Nursing Home 5/19/2013
199. For Lillian: Paris Cafe 2/22/2014
200. For Lillian: In Memorium 6/12/2013
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.

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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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