David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,578 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

521. riff On Pj's Riff On Jsyn's Poem 4/23/2014
522. December 22,1973 4/24/2014
523. Julia's Song Ii 4/24/2014
524. Here The Poet Tries Not To Rhyme - Sugar Bowl Blues 4/4/2014
525. Poetic Mornings 4/9/2014
526. Riff On Womanzsoul's 'sex Is 99% Mental' 4/10/2014
527. Spanish Civil War Veteran Eulogy 4/5/2014
528. Riff On Pj's Erotica 4/5/2014
529. Debra Song 4/3/2014
530. Riff On Kimberly's Poem Self-Reflection 4/3/2014
531. 1933 4/1/2014
532. Riff On Blackbird's Comment On Plants On My Grave 3/30/2014
533. An Old Trick 3/30/2014
534. Jemina On Her Honeymoon Cruise 3/30/2014
535. Time Was 3/29/2014
536. Riff On Dijuana's Poem On Anais Nin 3/29/2014
537. The Evil Have No Sense Of Guilt 3/9/2014
538. Rock & Roll Bands On Good Morning America 3/10/2014
539. Copper Kettle 3/7/2014
540. riff On Laurel's Autumn Anniversary 2/16/2014
541. On Hospital Life 2/13/2014
542. Ingratitude 2/5/2014
543. Lainey On The Cam 1/1/2014
544. Lainey On The Cam 2 1/1/2014
545. When The Bell Tolls 11/19/2013
546. The Comfort Of A Third Wife 12/18/2013
547. Crackers 12/20/2013
548. I Sing Of The Hesperides 10/31/2013
549. To Jim Hiner: A Recommendation 10/27/2013
550. Baited Breaths. 10/12/2013
551. Sitting Alone On Kay's Empty Bench 9/30/2013
552. My Wall Clock Stopped At Five To Five 10/8/2013
553. Love's Priorities 9/28/2013
554. The Oaten Bride(5) 9/25/2013
555. Make Not A Monument Of Grief 9/16/2013
556. The Oaten Bride (3) 9/20/2013
557. Spring 9/15/2013
558. The Wife's Reply 5/26/2013
559. Mortals All 9/6/2013
560. You Wear Me Down 9/3/2013
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

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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