David McLansky

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

David McLansky Poems

81. Visions 2 3/2/2013
82. The White Ship (3) 3/3/2013
83. The White Ship (4) 3/4/2013
84. The White Ship (5) 3/5/2013
85. The White Ship (6) 3/6/2013
86. The White Ship (7) 3/7/2013
87. The White Ship (8) 3/8/2013
88. The White Ship (9) 3/9/2013
89. The White Ship (10.1) 3/11/2013
90. A Riff On Gajanan Mishra's I Have All Ready Answered 3/11/2013
91. Daphne In Ireland 2/13/2013
92. Riff On Death Comes Knocking 2/14/2013
93. A Riff On Stuart Fruzer's Death Comes Knocking 2/14/2013
94. Weddng Ceremony 2/16/2013
95. Riff On Come Dance Wiiith Me 2/17/2013
96. Oh For A Glass Of Sauterne Wine 2/18/2013
97. Old Man In Grozny 2/19/2013
98. The Not Yet Dead 2/19/2013
99. Riff On A Senorita's Poem 2/24/2013
100. The White Ship (11) 3/12/2013
101. Riff On Kelly Seale's After You'Ve Gone 3/12/2013
102. A Riff On The Umbrella Lady's Thorny Valentine 3/12/2013
103. The White Ship (12) 3/13/2013
104. The White Ship (13) 3/14/2013
105. The White Shio (13) 3/15/2013
106. Adam's At Eve 3/16/2013
107. Urbanization And The Irish 3 3/17/2013
108. (15) The White Ship 3/18/2013
109. The White Ship (17) 3/19/2013
110. Irish Protest 3/19/2013
111. (19) The White Ship 3/22/2013
112. The White Ship (21) 3/23/2013
113. The White Ship ((22) 3/24/2013
114. The White Ship (25) 3/31/2013
115. The White Ship (27) 4/1/2013
116. The White Ship (28 V.2) 4/2/2013
117. The White Ship (29) 4/3/2013
118. You Can'T Make Gold 4/3/2013
119. The White Ship (30)) 4/4/2013
120. Riff On Jesus James Llorico's Old Woman 4/4/2013
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

Shakespeare In Love

To me my beauty you never shall be old,
Though Time shall scourge your fragile shield of flesh;
I balm those wounds as Time's cruel lash does scold,
And heal his welts, your loveliness refreshed;
For in my love are herbs of powers rare
Restoring as harsh Time does take away,
My eyes, your mirror, chastening your despair,
Reflecting forth you've aged not yet a day;
Take comfort then within this frame of youth:

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