David McLansky

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

David McLansky Poems

1. dying Men 5/20/2014
2. en Route: La Charite Sur Loire (For Christian) 4/13/2014
3. in Memory Of Isaac Babel 5/13/2014
4. in Praise Of Older Women 3/24/2014
5. irish Protest 2/22/2014
6. ironic Nights 5/12/2014
7. le Retour 4/17/2014
8. night Ledger 4/21/2014
9. old Eskimo Afloat 4/5/2014
10. riff On Julie's Zodiac Love Date 5/25/2014
11. riff On Laurel's Autumn Anniversary 2/16/2014
12. riff On Laurel's Wishing Him Back 6/15/2014
13. riff On Olive Oil's Old Love 5/21/2014
14. riff On Pj's Riff On Jsyn's Poem 4/23/2014
15. riff On Princess Julie 4/4/2014
16. riff On Woman Of Poems A Lofty Man Of Intellect 5/9/2014
17. rifff On Eileen's Mighty Insect 5/6/2014
18. said The Gypsy To The Shepherd Maid (Part Ii) 4/4/2014
19. soul Mates 3/1/2014
20. stalking The Wild Giraffe 3/25/2014
21. the Power Elite 3/20/2014
22. to Your Words I Add Wtih Zest 2/19/2014
23. (15) The White Ship 3/18/2013
24. (19) The White Ship 3/22/2013
25. 1933 4/1/2014
26. 1941 10/4/2013
27. 9/11 10/13/2013
28. A Riff On Kevin East's Fine Poem: Morris Minor 2/26/2013
29. A Bard Limp Stands 8/9/2013
30. A Cry For Motherland: A Suggestion To Bolami Lawal 1/17/2013
31. A Dried Rose 2/11/2015
32. A Good Thing? 6/28/2013
33. A Lovers Request 3/28/2015
34. A Memory Of Miss Elly Funky Boots 6/21/2013
35. A Modest Proposal To The British 5/12/2015
36. A Poem Dedicated To Caleb Brennan 10/27/2013
37. A Poet's Lament 2/20/2014
38. A Proposal To Valerie Dohren 8/18/2013
39. A Raptor Christmas 6/6/2014
40. A Riff On A Room With A View 2/9/2013
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

Shakespeare In Love

To me my beauty you never shall be old,
Though Time shall scourge your fragile shield of flesh;
I balm those wounds as Time's cruel lash does scold,
And heal his welts, your loveliness refreshed;
For in my love are herbs of powers rare
Restoring as harsh Time does take away,
My eyes, your mirror, chastening your despair,
Reflecting forth you've aged not yet a day;
Take comfort then within this frame of youth:

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