Lamont Palmer

Veteran Poet - 1,013 Points (July 12th,1962 / Maryland)

Lamont Palmer Poems

1. Of Birds And Men In Appalachia 1/19/2011
2. Planned Movement 2/9/2011
3. Smoke Break 2/28/2011
4. Glacier Bay In Pure Light 3/31/2011
5. Silent Treatments 5/5/2011
6. Florida Colors 3/2/2014
7. Maya 5/31/2014
8. Cutting The Losses 9/25/2014
9. Robin Williams Musing 10/3/2014
10. For B.B. 5/15/2015
11. The Arrangement 9/16/2012
12. Motel Clerk: Dusk 1/19/2011
13. An Artist Paints A Bowl Of Fruit 1/19/2011
14. Sunday: Rt 40 7/21/2013
15. Intangible Meetings. 3/19/2016
16. Mid Spring 4/10/2016
17. For George Michael 1/23/2017
18. April Of 68: Martin Luther King Is Dead 3/11/2011
19. Departures 1/20/2011
20. Pictures Of Two Brothers 1/19/2011
21. The Very Long Life 3/31/2011
22. Variations In Yearning 1/26/2011
23. St. Michaels Jetty 6/21/2013
24. Three Days Of Rain 7/2/2013
25. A Vase In The Corner 8/15/2012
26. Message Not In A Bottle 1/4/2013
27. Amish Girls 1/19/2011
28. Knoll 11/18/2013
29. City Of Coldness 1/30/2011
30. Rain, Isolation, Self-Analysis 1/19/2011
31. Gazing At You, Winona Palmer, My Mother 1/22/2011
32. Little Black Dress 4/23/2011
33. A Future If We Dare 2/12/2011
34. Suicide In An Old House 1/19/2011
Best Poem of Lamont Palmer

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,
the ritualistic mouthing of platitudes,
cold and incurable as dry, winter snow?

Bleak living room. Soon the owner won't live
in the area for living, the area's dark aria -
a moment of meth, mirth and minions.

Take that bystreet to oblivion,
to namelessness, to ...

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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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