David McLansky

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

David McLansky Poems

41. College Ghosts (A Riff) 1/1/2013
42. College Ghosts 1/1/2013
43. The Pilgrim Road 33,34,35,36,37,38,39 1/2/2013
44. The Pilgrim Road 19 & 20 12/27/2012
45. The Pilgrim Road 40 & 41 1/5/2013
46. Golden Foxglove (A Riff) 1/5/2013
47. Alice (A Riff) 1/6/2013
48. The Pilgrim Road 40,41,42,43 1/7/2013
49. Thoughts Of An Irish Slave In Scotland 924 A.D. 1/10/2013
50. In Defense 1/10/2013
51. My Confounding Muse 1/11/2013
52. The Pilgrim Road 50 1/12/2013
53. The Corp (A Riff)) 1/12/2013
54. Inspector Clouseau 1/13/2013
55. Masquerade 1/13/2013
56. You The Object Of My Art 1/14/2013
57. Signing Off 1/16/2013
58. An Application To Join Owain Glyn's Temperance Club 1/16/2013
59. Bank Robbing To Pay Off The Bank (A Riff) 1/17/2013
60. Admitting 1/18/2013
61. By The Window 1/18/2013
62. Night Bird 1/19/2013
63. The Old Priest 1/20/2013
64. If Only Poems Paid The Rent 1/21/2013
65. Never Love A Crazy Lady 1/22/2013
66. Catullus 1/24/2013
67. Old Gnarled Tree 1/25/2013
68. The White Ship.(24) ....... 1/26/2013
69. The White Ship (28) 1/26/2013
70. Poem To A Taliban Daughter 1/26/2013
71. Love In Age 1/26/2013
72. Holding On 2/1/2013
73. Emily Poem 2/3/2013
74. Answering A Poetess 2/5/2013
75. I Shook A Seed 2/8/2013
76. Silent Knights 2/27/2013
77. A Riff On Jonathon Robin's Time And Tide 2/27/2013
78. The White Ship (2) 3/1/2013
79. The White Ship 3/2/2013
80. Visions 3/2/2013
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

The Cloak

The Cloak

Give to me
Your web of sorrow
And I will weave it
On the morrow
Into a cloth of shimmering gold
Interlaced with spells of old,
Chants against the days of sadness,
Armor for the days of madness;
Protecting hearts not meant to be
Stunned by life's harsh threnody.

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