David McLansky

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

David McLansky Poems

41. A Riff On Adam Latham's Fine Poem, The Craft 2/24/2014
42. A Riff On Cheyl Love's Pink Toothbrush 10/28/2013
43. A Riff On Colleen Courtney's 'A Witch's Grave' 6/16/2014
44. A Riff On David Wood's Daffodils 4/24/2013
45. A Riff On David Wood's To Love Or Not To Love Sonnet Xi 5/23/2013
46. A Riff On Diane Hines Fine Rondeau 2/1/2014
47. A Riff On Dilip Chitre's In The Midnight Bakery 4/18/2013
48. A Riff On Gajanan Mishra 'I Know A Bird..' 4/24/2013
49. A Riff On Gajanan Mishra's In Prison 3/14/2013
50. A Riff On Gajanan Mishra's I Have All Ready Answered 3/11/2013
51. A Riff On Heather P. Wilson's So Little 2/21/2013
52. A Riff On Indranil Bhaduri’s Poem “savior' 8/18/2013
53. A Riff On Itau Oscar's Early Morning 6/26/2013
54. A Riff On Jack Growden's Driftwood At Sunset 10/20/2013
55. A Riff On Jonathon Robin's Time And Tide 2/27/2013
56. A Riff On Kevin East's Fine Poem: The Room 3/11/2013
57. A Riff On Noreen Carden's 'souls On The Shore' 9/3/2013
58. A Riff On Pradip Chattopadhyay's Fine Poem 'Gateman.' 6/28/2013
59. A Riff On Stuart Fruzer's Death Comes Knocking 2/14/2013
60. A Riff On The Umbrella Lady's Thorny Valentine 3/12/2013
61. A Riff On Yor's Erato 2/24/2013
62. A Soldier's Prayer 1/26/2013
63. A Song For Liao Yiwu 4/12/2013
64. A Song For Liao Yiwu (Redacted) 2/24/2015
65. Adam's At Eve 3/16/2013
66. Adiieu 1/29/2015
67. Admitting 1/18/2013
68. Advice To A Poetess 2/22/2014
69. Advice To A Poetess Who's Chucked It All And Gone To Europe 3/20/2014
70. Advice To A Poetess Whose Ex-Boyfriend Took The Couch! 3/27/2014
71. Advice To The Poet Salim R. Javid 6/5/2014
72. After All These Years 4/3/2014
73. After My Death 12/25/2012
74. After The First Child's Death 12/6/2012
75. After The Second Child's Death 12/6/2012
76. Against All Odds 1/21/2014
77. Age In Love 2/26/2014
78. Alas 6/23/2013
79. Alas, Poor Yolk 5/12/2014
80. Alchemy 2/22/2014
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.

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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