David McLansky

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

David McLansky Poems

281. Ode To Elsie 2/8/2014
282. Fine Memory Of Chana Along Lake Nefooey 2/8/2014
283. In Memory Of A Friend On The Internet 2/8/2014
284. Riff On Sandra's Kickball 2/9/2014
285. Should You Die Before I Die 2/9/2014
286. Swimming In The Flood 2/11/2014
287. To The Poetess Who Keeps Cutting Herself 2/13/2014
288. Being Deployed 2/13/2014
289. Memory Of Eusthacia 2/13/2014
290. Old Age Is Not For Weaklings 2/14/2014
291. The Pilgrimage 2/19/2014
292. In Memory Of Lainey's Dog 2/19/2014
293. The Crossing Guards Of Life 2/19/2014
294. A Poet's Lament 2/20/2014
295. Hardly A Limerick 2/20/2014
296. Watching Tv 2/16/2014
297. Over The Hills And Far Away 2/22/2014
298. For Lillian: Paris Cafe 2/22/2014
299. Alchemy 2/22/2014
300. Advice To A Poetess 2/22/2014
301. Sad Dawn 2/23/2014
302. Garfield Place 2/23/2014
303. The Sacrfice 2/24/2014
304. A Riff On Adam Latham's Fine Poem, The Craft 2/24/2014
305. Discovering Charity Given 2/21/2014
306. Quaker Churchyard Rain 2/21/2014
307. Papa's Eyes 2/25/2014
308. Age In Love 2/26/2014
309. The Old Farmer 3000 B.C. 3/7/2014
310. The Rented House 3/7/2014
311. The Beauty Of This Day 3/7/2014
312. Reunion 3/7/2014
313. Old Black Man 3/7/2014
314. Amazons 3/7/2014
315. Complications 3/7/2014
316. Yorick 3/1/2014
317. Putin Kiev, Peasant Style 3/3/2014
318. Dorothy, I Have Seen You Three Times 3/4/2014
319. Answering Bri 3/4/2014
320. Dragon 3/5/2014
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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