Lamont Palmer

Freshman - 876 Points (July 12th,1962 / Maryland)

Comments about Lamont Palmer

  • Rookie - 1 Points Doris Cornago (1/9/2014 10:03:00 PM)

    Hi LP. What is taking you so long? I am all primed up and nowhere to go. The poem Tiring Day is really for you to serve as a warning. I am really a crazy woman - you just don't know how much. I am sparing you the trouble of encountering the crazy side of me. I want you on the table, your polite self, passing the dishes to me for my inspection and delectation. But we can eat with our bare hands, I would allow you that informality. I thoroughly understand the exasperation of this: Childhood sank: sun into sea. An inner child breathes,
    has his way, and the days roll, moved by direction.. It is really a delight to be misunderstood, is it not? Just as GV says below, he does not understand one line of your poem, I believe you are ecstatic. When we say something that ordinary people do not understand, they quip, Ah, a poet! That becomes your signature, to be misunderstood. I would like to ask you about what Mr Giorgio Veneto in this regard, Are you an inexperienced poet by his measuring stick? (Please forgive the pun.)

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  • Rookie - 1 Points Doris Cornago (1/6/2014 9:28:00 AM)

    Hi LP. Let me add some of mine although I feel that I am not in the same league as those who have already known you and read your poems (which came first, the knowing or the reading?) . I can feel the honesty behind your poems and this is so important for me. The images and messages that your poems contain are complex. One cannot get the meaning/s in one reading. While most readers are looking for entertainment in poems, the nature of your poems requires them to work to get complete satisfaction out of most of your poems.

  • Freshman - 876 Points Lamont Palmer (7/26/2009 4:05:00 PM)

    Jon, thanks for the sum up. -LP

    Date & Time: 7/26/2009 9: 22: 00 AM Remove this comment

    Poem: 8778550 - Beside The Tracks
    Member: Jon London

    Comment: Lamont I must say, that you are one of the finest writers I have had the privilege of reading...your use of metaphor is outstanding...wonderful select wording adds a wonderful feel to your works....fantastic 10

  • Gold Star - 5,686 Points Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (7/9/2009 6:07:00 PM)

    I believe I told you on a comment on one of your poems that you write and deliver a feast of words.Not only is your poetry deep but eloquently written...Happy Birthday.

  • Freshman - 876 Points Lamont Palmer (5/10/2009 6:25:00 AM)

    I truly appreciate these words, Dervish.

    HOWLIN' DERVISH (4/25/2009 4: 59: 00 PM) Post reply

    Lamont, you are the one of the very few people on this site that I recognise as a true poet. Your words have a meaning.

  • Freshman - 876 Points Lamont Palmer (10/1/2008 2:11:00 AM)

    Mimi, thanks for the nice words. -LP

    Mimi Mata (9/13/2008 9: 28: 00 PM)
    You may have never seen my name or heard of me on this site, for I am a new member...I am brought to tears and left speechless...I can relate immensely with your poetry, to find out more about me and my writing check out my biography if you'd like...I would love to exchange thoughts with someone that is a true and honest deep thinker, such as I...It was a great privlage to come across and lay my eyes on the beauty of your inner nature...Awesomely profound...

  • Freshman - 876 Points Lamont Palmer (2/14/2008 3:58:00 PM)

    Thanks for the kind, insightful message, Justine. -LP

    From: R H (Temple of the winds United Kingdom; Female; 88)
    To: Lamont Palmer
    Date Time: 1/13/2008 6: 13: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00)

    Subject: Re: hi

    Hi LP,

    Have just been back to read another of your poems - Rain, Isolation, Self Analysis - and will certainly be returning for a second read - there is much to absorb in this thoughtfully composed, honest and revealing write. Jim Hogg was right about your writing - it is superb! I think I could learn a lot from the way you craft your poems. The language, structure, content and imagery combine to produce writing that is impactful, absorbing, original and has an internal music that resounds.

    Back to read more later...


  • Freshman - 876 Points Lamont Palmer (7/26/2007 12:50:00 PM)

    Thanks for the message, Barry. -LP

    From: Barry Clopton Lanier (Metter, Georgia United States; Male; 50)
    To: Lamont Palmer
    Date Time: 7/25/2007 9: 33: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00)

    Subject: enjoyed

    perusin some of your wonderful work, , , , thanks Barry :))

  • Rookie Raynette Eitel (7/5/2007 1:32:00 PM)

    Am I the only one who misses seeing a new Lamont Palmer poem from time to time? He has his reasons for not posting, I am sure, but for those of us who enjoy his poetry, it seems such a loss.


  • Rookie Daniel Tyler (4/3/2007 4:02:00 PM)

    One and half years after I joined poemhunter, I have yet to come across someone who writes with such timing, rhythm and control. The 'sound' of his work is very good, the images fresh and uncliched. Rhyme is occasionally used with subtlety to add momentum to his work. One of his poems concerns the debate between modernism and post-modernism. Lamont's work is a fusion of both. Like a good post-modernist, he gets out all of the old road maps, anchoring his work with a sense of music. Like a good modernist he is not at all derivative in his language. An excellent poet.

Best Poem of Lamont Palmer

Little Black Dress

Hanging in commonplace closets of plaster,
tempting colors from the emotions, the silk
slips like hidden thoughts from the body,

allowing a history of its own to flourish:
names, faces, symbols, intentions, which
are unknown. Questions are in the stitches;

and in the beckoning, as it is seen and absorbed.
A world opened. A forest steeped in radical
assumptions. Goodness held darkness.

There is the sight of black; there is its urging.
In the sense of it, a new sense approaches -
approaches from the heart of the apparel.

What can I ...

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Pictures Of Two Brothers

Photos on a table: nearly shiny gods of reflection,
made us bow down before the small, instant altars
spread out like a sea of happy snapshots.
Can the fearful and the familiar coexist?
This is the imagined place where faces reign;
old exposures destroying the protected images.
Each inscrutable sign is in your face; the fights,
the weed, the Chevy van lost in strange street powder,

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