David McLansky

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

David McLansky Poems

281. La Charite Sur Loire 4/6/2014
282. Lainey On The Cam 1/1/2014
283. Lainey On The Cam 2 1/1/2014
284. Lainey On The Cam 4 1/1/2014
285. Lainey On The Cam 5 1/1/2014
286. Lainey On The Cam 6 1/1/2014
287. Lainey’s Out Of The Rain Rewrite 12/23/2013
288. Land Of Shinar 1/25/2013
289. Last Poem 8/1/2013
290. Last Will 6/25/2014
291. Laurel's Song 10/21/2013
292. Le Retour 9/27/2013
293. Leave The Old Man His Dignity 1/6/2015
294. Lenny The Leeprechaun And St. Patrick's Day 3/14/2014
295. Lenny The Leeprechaun4 3/19/2015
296. Lenny The Leprechaun And The Urbanization Of The Irish 3/17/2016
297. Lenny The Leprechaun And The Urbanization Of The Irish 2 3/17/2016
298. Life On The Serengeti 5/14/2014
299. Like A Singer In Some Dark Cafe 6/12/2013
300. Lillian Runs 4/9/2014
301. Limerick: There Once Was A Stripper From Bagdad 3/17/2013
302. Little Girl’s First Train Ride 8/27/2013
303. Little Red Fingers 12/14/2012
304. Liu Xiaboo 6/9/2013
305. Liu Xiaobo 12/19/2012
306. Living Suicide 5/12/2014
307. Looking Back 5/23/2013
308. Lost Poems Found 10/23/2013
309. Love In Age 1/26/2013
310. Love On The Internet 5/14/2013
311. Love's Priorities 9/28/2013
312. Lyndsy Lohan Before The Judge (A Riff) 11/30/2012
313. Mad Poet 10/2/2013
314. Make Not A Monument Of Grief 9/16/2013
315. Make Not A Virtue Of Suicide (A Riff) 12/11/2012
316. Mandela's Shadow 12/5/2013
317. Mandella And His Guard 5/20/2013
318. Markers 5/27/2015
319. Mary Ann 4/6/2014
320. Masquerade 1/13/2013
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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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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