David McLansky

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

David McLansky Poems

601. After The First Child's Death 12/6/2012
602. The Pilgrim Road 15 12/24/2012
603. When I Consider How My Days Were Spent 12/4/2012
604. Galatea (A Riff) 11/24/2012
605. If God Does Not Exist (A Riff) 11/23/2012
606. The Pilgrim Road 4 12/8/2012
607. The Pilgrim Road 43,44.45,46,47,48,49 1/9/2013
608. What If Columbus Was A Really Nice Fella? (A Riff) 1/14/2013
609. Oyster Stew 1/15/2013
610. Thoreau's Wife 1/23/2013
611. To Julia 1/29/2013
612. Walking On The Morning Beach 2/12/2013
613. A Song For Liao Yiwu 4/12/2013
614. Prayers For Kay 5/3/2013
615. Words Spoken Without Passion's Breath 5/5/2013
616. Deer In My Garden 5/6/2013
617. For Kay Newly Transfered To A Nursing Home 5/19/2013
618. Who 6/7/2013
619. Xi Jinping You Cannot Win 6/9/2013
620. A Memory Of Miss Elly Funky Boots 6/21/2013
621. Why Must I Dwell 7/21/2013
622. My Last Duchess 8/28/2013
623. The Oaten Bride (7) 9/26/2013
624. Riff On Richard Lackman's 'First Kiss' 10/19/2013
625. I Sing Of The Hesperides 2 10/31/2013
626. New Years Day 2014 1/6/2014
627. Queen Gertrude 12/28/2013
628. In Memory Of Pete Seeger 1/28/2014
629. Alice (A Riff For Myke) 2/14/2014
630. The Narrow Soul 2/21/2014
631. Riff On Andrew Latham's Lamenting Angels 2/24/2014
632. Ophelia 3/12/2014
633. Jesus In The Dungeon 3/24/2014
634. Poem To Michael's Girlfriend 3/29/2014
635. Mind Reading 4/15/2014
636. David And Absalom 4/10/2014
637. Friends Move Away 5/27/2014
638. The Old King 11/29/2014
639. My Old Mentor 2/10/2015
640. On Writing Hamlet 9/24/2014
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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My Real Name

Although I fear it will be my ruin
My birth certificate reads David Lewin;
Now I shall be exposed to trauma
much like what's his name Barack Obama,
Ridicule and slander will come in the mail,
Rage will come with threats of jail

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