David McLansky

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

David McLansky Poems

241. I Sing Of The Hesperides 2 10/31/2013
242. I Suppose 6/14/2014
243. I Watch My Mentor Weep 2/10/2015
244. Ice Man Forensic 5/14/2014
245. If God Does Not Exist (A Riff) 11/23/2012
246. If I Was French 6/25/2013
247. If Only Poems Paid The Rent 1/21/2013
248. Il Faut Oublier 4/28/2014
249. In Barron's Bookstore, A Riff On Iris Blue's English Sonnet 8/20/2013
250. In Defense 1/10/2013
251. In Memory Of Lainey's Dog 2/19/2014
252. In Memory Of A Friend On The Internet 2/8/2014
253. In Memory Of Frances Weston 9/10/2014
254. In Memory Of Kay Borth 8/27/2013
255. In Memory Of Pete Seeger 1/28/2014
256. In My Decline 4/24/2015
257. In Praise Of Myspace 9/4/2013
258. In The Beginning 11/15/2013
259. Ingratitude 2/5/2014
260. Inspector Clouseau 1/13/2013
261. Irish Protest 3/19/2013
262. Ironic Nights 5/1/2014
263. I'Ve Had Enough Of Death 4/23/2013
264. Jemina On Her Honeymoon Cruise 3/30/2014
265. Jesus In The Dungeon 3/24/2014
266. Joseph Weary 3/27/2014
267. Journey's End 1/8/2014
268. Joy's Stay With Me 3/12/2014
269. Judy K. When We Were Very Young 11/1/2013
270. Julia Poem 4/22/2014
271. Julia's Song 4/22/2014
272. Julia's Song Ii 4/24/2014
273. Julie As Job 4/11/2014
274. Jumper On The Bridge, Paris. 5/24/2014
275. June 4th Tiananmen 6/4/2013
276. Just One Last Cigarette 5/6/2013
277. Just Wait Until I Sober Up (A Riff) 12/30/2012
278. Kay Borth's Bench 9/7/2013
279. Kay's White Roses 11/7/2013
280. Kissing Me 12/19/2012
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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Bangladesh (A Riff)

Everywhere I stand, I stand in water
It's wide expanse defines the border;
My country sinking into the sea,
The waters lapping at my knee;
My country now a muddy brown
The roofs submerged below their crown
The water lapping at the poles,
The tidal waves toss wooden bowls.
This was once an idyllic spot,

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