David McLansky

Veteran Poet - 1,361 Points [David McLansky] (5/24/1944 / New York City)

David McLansky Poems

1. Anne Hathaway: On Her Famous Husband's Yearly Visit 11/19/2012
2. Shakespeare In Love 11/20/2012
3. Bangladesh (A Riff) 11/21/2012
4. The Cloak 11/22/2012
5. Pere & Fils 11/24/2012
6. Animal Spirits (A Riff) 11/25/2012
7. Economy 11/29/2012
8. Lyndsy Lohan Before The Judge (A Riff) 11/30/2012
9. Vines 12/2/2012
10. Rock Me In Your Arms Asleep 12/3/2012
11. Death Remains My Enemy (A Riff) 11/27/2012
12. Borders 12/5/2012
13. The Pilgrim Road 6 12/11/2012
14. Make Not A Virtue Of Suicide (A Riff) 12/11/2012
15. The Pilgrim Road 7 12/12/2012
16. The Pilgrim Road 10 12/13/2012
17. The Pilgrim Road 12 12/14/2012
18. Little Red Fingers 12/14/2012
19. The Last Party 12/16/2012
20. The Pilgrim Road 13 12/16/2012
21. The Irish In Decline (A Riff) 12/17/2012
22. Sodom''s Lament (A Riff) 12/18/2012
23. Kissing Me 12/19/2012
24. Liu Xiaobo 12/19/2012
25. The Pilgrim Road 14 12/20/2012
26. Huang Xiang 12/23/2012
27. Everyday 12/24/2012
28. Old Age And Youth (A Riff) 12/6/2012
29. After The Second Child's Death 12/6/2012
30. The Pilgrim Road 3 12/8/2012
31. The Pilgrim Road 12/8/2012
32. The Pilgrim Road 2 12/8/2012
33. The Pilgrim Road 6 & 7 12/10/2012
34. The Pilgrim Road 16 & 17 & 18 12/25/2012
35. The Pilgrim Road 19 & 20 12/27/2012
36. The Pilgrim Road 23 12/29/2012
37. The Pilgrim Road 25 12/29/2012
38. The Pilgrum Road 26 12/30/2012
39. The Sacrifice 12/30/2012
40. The Pilgrim Road 29,30,31,32 12/31/2012
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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