Baltimore Poems

Baltimore To Somewhere

You wished upon a star
and got left out in the rain.
You gave it all your heart 
and it just got broke again.

Oh… It just got broke again.
 
You dressed unto the nines,
now I guess he’ll never see.
You painted a whole world, clearly it
is not meant to be.

Not meant to be.
Oh… not meant to be.
 
He

The Baltimore Oriole

He crashed against my glass 
stunned into silence 
he lay in shock, poor thing

I placed him in a lined box 
wrapped in soft bamboo  
he rested and recouped 

Two hours later 
I found him standing 
at the edge, waiting 

We made eye contact 
I took a photo, 
then he flew away 

Boy ! he

Dan's Favorite Birds - 4 of 10 - Baltimore Oriole

The Baltimore oriole sports an orange coat,
But I haven't seen one; to L.A., they're remote.
Their rich whistling song is a sweet herald of spring.
Ones like Frank Robinson have a great home run swing.

German Potato Salad

The grandfather on my mother's side was a cheapskate. 
A real cheapskate.
One Christmas, he gave me a used paperback book.
Something like “Jimmy Plays Baseball.”
It was written for a 7 year old child, and I was considerably older than that.
Still had “5 cents” written in pencil on the first page. 
No foolin'.
Asked he, “You ever read

An Elegy for a Fallen Bridge: Baltimore’s Night of Tragedy

As night draped its cloak over Baltimore's sleeping form,
A cargo ship, the MV Dali, sailed to greet the dawn.
From the bustling harbor shores it had slipped away,
Bearing goods for far-off lands, under the sky's dark sway.

Two pilots steered the lumbering vessel, ‘cross the tranquil bay,
But fate, in ever sly and cunning ways, had its plans

The Baltimore Bridge Tragedy

The Baltimore Bridge Tragedy
copyright 2024 by jon gutmacher

The Francis Scott Key Bridge
was built with great care 
but a ship took that bridge out
it’s no longer there

Over 100,000 tons and fully loaded
three football fields long
crashed into the bridge
and Man! did it fall

Crashed into the water
in seconds came down
cars, trucks, and the people
yeah – all of em

Lord Baltimore

He fights witches, vampires, zombies
and plagues
and yet his most disgusting foe
is left unseen

Dark and nasty
devils within
they conspire and collaborate
amongst their fire

His harpoon can't kill them all
but he's shown his skill with 
the zombies

Baltimore is searching for the vampire Haigus
but it's the filth I fear the most
that lie in bundles waiting to pounce

Let the sun shine

Baltimore

Baltimore, 
again. 
8 AM, sweating, shaking 
on the verge of puking up 
stomach acid. 
the car is dead silent. 
are we early? 
are they late? 
is this how its going to be  
forever? 
who knows. 
who cares. 
i’ve been watching time 
pass and slip through 
the cracks between my fingers. 
it seems more apparent

Baltimore Oriole

We both reach for a camera
both forget to click on the image
as a flight of rainbows takes wing.

Tangerine buds bloom into a sherbet fountain.
Orange and black ride a ray of sunlight.

“Phew, did you catch it?”
“No I got nuked by the moment!”

“Yes, better that way.” she replied thoughtfully.

Badgered In Baltimore

Badgered In Baltimore

Dear Blabby,
     My bride of forty-five years has a cow whenever she suspects me of catting around.  She calls me a little weasel and a  snake in the grass.  I try to answer, but I'm ordered to clam up.  She's such a pest, asking me

Tinker To Baltimore

Once came a smart tinker to Baltimore
He peddled his pots near a dry-goods store
He hawked them all in one day
For whatever folks would pay
Then hurriedly left and came back with more.

written January 19, 2022

Baltimore Oriole

whistler of orchard 
sweet flute chirp weaves vivid plume ~
of haunting cadence

Baltimore Heat

In heat
the pulse of your streets.

I've heard the crack
of hard political whips
that pinch the air.

Cores of human topography,
your aging neighborhoods.

Your people kick cans
counting gravel like jewels,

while chiselers roast dogs
in the courthouse.

Swine flu kills
the papers.

And already the sky is
feverish.

In your train tunnels
a violinist plays pianissimo. 
I've seen
railroad men search for him
along your tracks.*

But you are always
the

Baltimore

Bleeding as purple as the Ravens jersey with pride
A city so welcoming, fittingly and adoringly...
Labeled "Charm City," and "B'more"; this city is much more!
There's no dull moment or sight
ln this wondrous place. There's so much to see!
Most definitely livable...and not "rat-infested"! 
Orioles tweet for this "Birdland" at the break of dawn
Receptive to tourists with open

Baltimore Oriole

We both reach
for a camera,
but forget
as the moment takes wing.

Tangerine buds bloom
into a sherbet fountain.
An orange and black dartle
of downy sunshine.

Hearts abeyant,
our perception hangs
from each ribbon of light.

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