David McLansky

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

David McLansky Poems

161. For Lillian: In Memorium 6/12/2013
162. To The Poet Blackbird 6/12/2013
163. Like A Singer In Some Dark Cafe 6/12/2013
164. Alice 6/12/2013
165. To Lainey On The Cam 6/19/2013
166. I Celebrate Your Safe Return 6/20/2013
167. I Didn'T Die In The Mud 6/21/2013
168. Dancing 6/21/2013
169. Riff On Gajanan Mishra’s 'Girl' 6/23/2013
170. The Advantages Of A Pretty Wife 6/24/2013
171. If I Was French 6/25/2013
172. A Riff On Itau Oscar's Early Morning 6/26/2013
173. A Good Thing? 6/28/2013
174. Fire Island 6/28/2013
175. Eusthacia 6/23/2013
176. Time Won’t Stand Still 6/23/2013
177. Riff On Johm Mccullough's Fine Personal Calls 7/8/2013
178. To Elaine 7/10/2013
179. I Laugh 7/10/2013
180. Riff On Marcus Mckinley Poem 7/10/2013
181. The Rite 7/2/2013
182. Old Age Has Its Own Alarm Clock 7/3/2013
183. Christmas, Hartland, Maine 1996 7/12/2013
184. Riff On Sue Ann Simar's 'I Awoke In A Casket' 7/12/2013
185. You Did Not Fail 7/14/2013
186. Falling Down 7/15/2013
187. Xu Zhiyong 7/17/2013
188. Riff On Modinul Ahsan 'Wait Till I Come' 7/17/2013
189. What Is A Writer 7/17/2013
190. Bar & Grill 7/21/2013
191. They Transferred Her Home To Die 7/25/2013
192. The Route To Earthly Paradise 7/27/2013
193. Thinking Backwards 6/18/2013
194. I Live A Vapor, A Ghost, A Breath 6/16/2013
195. Last Poem 8/1/2013
196. Archais 8/13/2013
197. Riff On Pradip Chattopadhyay Of Mice And Men, And Cats 8/13/2013
198. Riff On Pradip Chattopadhyay's Cat, And Mouse, And Man 8/13/2013
199. Riff On Pradip Chattopadhyay Of Mice And Men, And Cats (Revised) 8/13/2013
200. Zhang Xin And The Chinese General 8/15/2013
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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