Lamont Palmer

Freshman - 859 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. Florida Colors 3/2/2014
12. Maya 5/31/2014
13. Dolled Up 7/30/2014
14. Cutting The Losses 9/25/2014
15. 95 St. Thomas 10/3/2014
16. The Arrangement 9/16/2012
17. Motel Clerk: Dusk 1/19/2011
18. An Artist Paints A Bowl Of Fruit 1/19/2011
19. Suicide In An Old House 1/19/2011
20. Symbols For Unwanted Things 8/19/2013
21. Sunday: Rt 40 7/21/2013
22. Ancient Horticulture 2/28/2011
23. April Of 68: Martin Luther King Is Dead 3/11/2011
24. Backroom Piano 7/6/2014
25. Pictures Of Two Brothers 1/19/2011
26. Departures 1/20/2011
27. The Very Long Life 3/31/2011
28. Peter Principles 7/31/2013
29. St. Michaels Jetty 6/21/2013
30. Satisfaction In Fords 1/21/2011
31. Variations In Yearning 1/26/2011
32. Three Days Of Rain 7/2/2013
33. A Vase In The Corner 8/15/2012
34. Message Not In A Bottle 1/4/2013
35. Rain, Isolation, Self-Analysis 1/19/2011
36. Amish Girls 1/19/2011
37. Knoll 11/18/2013
38. City Of Coldness 1/30/2011
39. Gazing At You, Winona Palmer, My Mother 1/22/2011
40. Little Black Dress 4/23/2011
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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Amish Girls

Where is the religious eye? Morning is dark.
In Pennsylvania, a tear has left
youngish ducts, and blood has replaced it.

A schoolhouse was cold. In the wind comes more cold,
and comes a nightmare, dank at its edges,
dank as grass smothered under storms,

When blood played a part it never played,

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