David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,602 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

761. Crocuses 2/7/2013
762. Vhia, Welcome 2/19/2015
763. Oh Where Is My Love 8/19/2013
764. Answer To Valsa George's Quest For An Anonymous Lover 2/26/2014
765. 9/11 10/13/2013
766. in Praise Of Older Women 3/24/2014
767. After My Death 12/25/2012

Comments about David McLansky

  • Elaine Sept Elaine Sept (11/3/2017 11:08:00 PM)

    You write poems that bring me into your world, you truly have a gift.
    I pray that you keep writing, and allowing us to be in your wonderful world of words.
    If you write it we will read!

    Elaine

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  • Brenda Stevens Brenda Stevens (2/19/2017 3:23:00 AM)

    i know you
    because of this poem
    crossing eons
    yes
    knowing feeling...being....smiling
    thank you

  • Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/7/2014 6:50:00 AM)

    nice poems. you are great in showing feels.that shows a good improvement. i invite you to read my poems at my poets page. that is a friendly invitation

  • Dilantha Gunawardana Dilantha Gunawardana (4/5/2014 12:00:00 PM)

    You're an exceptional poet........Your vocabulary is intense and your range of poetry is astounding..........am a fan and I read your first poem casually (tombstone one) but it spurred me on............do keep on writing and you will shake PM with your poetry!

  • Jay Hall (3/30/2014 9:06:00 AM)

    I enjoy your poems. Thanks for sharing.

  • Elisha Wilson (7/15/2013 4:56:00 AM)

    David you write great poems.

  • David Mclansky David Mclansky (4/5/2013 4:32:00 AM)

    Thank you, very much.. David

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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