Lamont Palmer

Freshman - 878 Points (July 12th,1962 / Maryland)

Lamont Palmer Poems

1. Of Birds And Men In Appalachia 1/19/2011
2. Tercets On Mazes 1/20/2011
3. Planned Movement 2/9/2011
4. Terrain 2/21/2011
5. Smoke Break 2/28/2011
6. Glacier Bay In Pure Light 3/31/2011
7. Silent Treatments 5/5/2011
8. Randallstown Maryland Ruffians 3/1/2011
9. Prosaic Love 7/9/2012
10. Heaney 10/24/2013
11. Dolled Up 7/30/2014
12. Cutting The Losses 9/25/2014
13. 95 St. Thomas 10/3/2014
14. For B.B. 5/15/2015
15. Florida Colors 3/2/2014
16. Maya 5/31/2014
17. The Arrangement 9/16/2012
18. Motel Clerk: Dusk 1/19/2011
19. An Artist Paints A Bowl Of Fruit 1/19/2011
20. Ancient Horticulture 2/28/2011
21. Suicide In An Old House 1/19/2011
22. Symbols For Unwanted Things 8/19/2013
23. Sunday: Rt 40 7/21/2013
24. April Of 68: Martin Luther King Is Dead 3/11/2011
25. Backroom Piano 7/6/2014
26. Pictures Of Two Brothers 1/19/2011
27. Departures 1/20/2011
28. The Very Long Life 3/31/2011
29. Peter Principles 7/31/2013
30. St. Michaels Jetty 6/21/2013
31. Satisfaction In Fords 1/21/2011
32. Variations In Yearning 1/26/2011
33. Three Days Of Rain 7/2/2013
34. A Vase In The Corner 8/15/2012
35. Rain, Isolation, Self-Analysis 1/19/2011
36. Message Not In A Bottle 1/4/2013
37. Amish Girls 1/19/2011
38. Knoll 11/18/2013
39. City Of Coldness 1/30/2011
40. Gazing At You, Winona Palmer, My Mother 1/22/2011
Best Poem of Lamont Palmer

A Future If We Dare

'All that we are not stares back at what we are.' - W. H. Auden



A birthplace came back: the homeland image.
I'd left, but escapism is fiction,

when the mind is born to stand on one place
of history. Feet are nomads (independent)

on the bottom of bodies. They grasp their
own agendas, staying fixed upon the lights

of ones viewpoint; the city which resides behind the
eyes: cleftnotes rising from said cities.

There is a future and a sentimental projection,
Each one is the hard side and soft side of life,

The gazebo, ...

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Suicide In An Old House

Death surrounds us with blatant arms.
A sanitation worker dies and no one
cares, but banshee phones striking at midnight,

summoning the equally unknown people
to altars of rancor and resignation.
What do they do but recognize a human

in the grip of edgy, illegible lives,

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