Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

St. Michaels Jetty

Lately I have felt the wind, in all its pleasant coldness,Reminding me of walking, how to take stormy strides,Even if it is not truly me taking..

© Lamont Palmer

Three Days Of Rain

Drenched assumptions were all we had.It was alright, she said,for umbrellas to be panaceas,where tears reverberatedvociferously: a dark eveningnever..

© Lamont Palmer

A Vase In The Corner

Lilies opened into the outer room.They almost overshadowed the entire place.It was there in bright recesses the talkBegan, the colors, the aromas..

© Lamont Palmer

Amish Girls

Where is the religious eye? Morning is dark.In Pennsylvania, a tear has leftyoungish ducts, and blood has replaced it.A schoolhouse was cold. In the..

© Lamont Palmer

Message Not In A Bottle

Just when I put my mortality behind meSomebody I know dies; the scourge of daylightDrops its existential contents and mental bricksOnto your lap, the..

© Lamont Palmer

Rain, Isolation, Self-Analysis

'The world is myself; life is myself'. - Wallace Stevens1.The gray has delivered a calm emptiness,over subdued thinkers and lonely movers,who look..

© Lamont Palmer

Gazing At You, Winona Palmer, My Mother

Shrunken face: brown, refined and small.Who reduced you to this diminutive size?When did you become fragility's core?You scare me. My days tremble..

© Lamont Palmer

City Of Coldness

Snow claims walkways: restless crystals,like they are at its mercy, but who really is,which is the test of wind, or the speed of air.Intimately..

© Lamont Palmer

Knoll

I was a year and a half old whenTwo, loud cracks punctured western confidenceThrough air; my future head snapped back in grief.There is no darkness..

© Lamont Palmer

A Future If We Dare

'All that we are not stares back at what we are.' - W. H. AudenA birthplace came back: the homeland image.I'd left, but escapism is fiction,when the..

© Lamont Palmer

Pictures Of Two Brothers

1Photos on a table: nearly shiny gods of reflection,made us bow down before the small, instant altarsspread out like a sea of happy snapshots.Can the..

© Lamont Palmer

April Of 68: Martin Luther King Is Dead

1.News preempted news, upstaging clean air,forced and stained against each open doorway,while our faces were awash in speeches that cured.Then the..

© Lamont Palmer

Sunday: Rt 40

Not kept by the mountain,but owning it -its shape, now destinedfor invisible change,its muteness, now tobecome a hardenedfate,allowing coniferssimple..

© Lamont Palmer

Suicide In An Old House

Death surrounds us with blatant arms.A sanitation worker dies and no onecares, but banshee phones striking at midnight,summoning the equally unknown..

© Lamont Palmer

What Comes After

After rain comes sunshine,the rays of hope appear.The chains of misery have all goneand cleared the road of fearAfter the fever has left your..

© Sylvia Spencer

The Wreck Of She

The Wreck of She, could be a ship,that has been cast upon the shore,but alas she is not, she's part of the streeta fancy English whoreThe Wreck of..

© Sylvia Spencer

Pure Spring

Daffodils and crocuses they bloom in the spring.Snowdrops and primroses are part of this thing.Tulips and bluebells, we shall forget-me-not.All these..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Trip On Safari

I am an Elephant my name is Ernest and I amreally quite a hunk.I am built quite sturdy andI have an enormous trunk.I have two white tusksthat can..

© Sylvia Spencer

The Great Smell Hunt

I came home from hospital feeling fine.Yet what I discovered made me decline.My Husband said that he had done all the choirsand everything was clean..

© Sylvia Spencer

Reviewing The Situation

I wish I could find that bottlethe one I hid under the sink.Oh! how I could do with another little drink.I am running short of hiding places,my wife..

© Sylvia Spencer

Silent Screen Revisited

Back in the days when movies were young.When celluloid reel had just begun,came a band of stars we'll never foget,clowning around on a production..

© Sylvia Spencer

Any Offers

I am in need of a bookcase that I could call my ownone that I could go to when I was all alone.Just to read a book that could be easly displayedone..

© Sylvia Spencer

Lord Of The Night

At the closing of everyday, there is a wise old birdthat comes out to play. When night time falls and thesun goes down there he sits wearing that..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Tall Story Part Two

There is a bridge that crosses over a riverA river that is eerie and makes you quiverWith the light of the moon the river will gleamand a boat will..

© Sylvia Spencer

A Touch Of Remorse

I look to the sky and there are the starsbut I have no window pane, only prison bars.I became a rebel without a causeso why do I feel such remorse...

© Sylvia Spencer