David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,598 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

681. Answering Pradip: Why I Write 4/17/2014
682. Epitaph 11/27/2013
683. Mandela's Shadow 12/5/2013
684. Smoking My Pipe At The Window 2/20/2014
685. to Your Words I Add Wtih Zest 2/19/2014
686. Oh Listless Maiden In My Garden 11/17/2013
687. Pope Pius Xii 5/28/2013
688. Odysseus And The Suitors 7/4/2013
689. On Going To Sleep 7/11/2013
690. A Proposal To Valerie Dohren 8/18/2013
691. Nightly She Sings 7/24/2013
692. A Riff On Gajanan Mishra 'I Know A Bird..' 4/24/2013
693. Looking Back 5/23/2013
694. Dog At The Pound 1/18/2013
695. A Soldier's Prayer 1/26/2013
696. Riff On Gajanan Mishra True Poem 2/17/2013
697. A Riff On Kevin East's Fine Poem: Morris Minor 2/26/2013
698. An Agnostic Jew To His Good Christian Wife 2/11/2013
699. Riff On Richard Remier's February Kiss 2/12/2013
700. Why I Am Opposed To Elaine Getting A Tattoo 2/13/2015
701. Success 11/19/2014
702. The Blessings Of Old Age 4/13/2015
703. Bonjour Ma Cher Elaine 4/17/2016
704. Bunniies In The My Garden 4/16/2016
705. Christmas 2015 12/19/2015
706. Peace And Cafe Au Lait 11/16/2015
707. I Suppose 6/14/2014
708. Nightmare 7/7/2014
709. Riff On Rita Dove's Borderline Mambo 2/22/2014
710. Curse Of The Burning Witch 9/30/2014
711. A Song For Liao Yiwu (Redacted) 2/24/2015
712. On John Knowles A Separate Peace 12/21/2013
713. Silly Poem In Spring 3/6/2014
714. soul Mates 3/1/2014
715. Dracula's Family Life, An Intimate Picture 3/27/2014
716. The Game 3/21/2014
717. Queen Of Empty Spaces 4/22/2014
718. Lainey On The Cam 4 1/1/2014
719. irish Protest 2/22/2014
720. Kay Borth's Bench 9/7/2013
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

Pere & Fils

When I see reflected
In my son's eyes
My own soul's wit and mocking irony;
When with a secret glance
I recognize
The shared rejoicing
Of two souls that harmonize;
It takes my breath away
To be so understood;
Loving him all the more
For doubling good

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