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Moonlight And The Chesapeake Bay by Stephenson, Mary E.W.
Chesapeake Bay by Labadie-Reilly, Liz
CHESAPEAKE BAY AFTERNOON by Bdosa, Vee
The Stingers in Chesapeake Bay by Green, Amy
Chesapeake Bay by Stella, Katherine

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Chesapeake Bay


Crystal clear blue waves kiss
the sands of Chesapeake Bay. 
We walk in gentle silence 
lost in the magic of yesterday.			
I must leave you soon, my love,
circumstance won’t let me stay,
the lonesome lullaby of the loon
echoes our dismay.
One lingering kiss, one final glance,
no words can ever say
for you have yours, I have mine, 
no promises  past  today.
Where the waters greets the sky,
my heart yearns to run away,
in my dreams I'll be here with you,
sharing our love on Chesapeake Bay.










Copyright © Liz Labadie-Reilly | Year Posted 2014

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To Home by the Sea

To Home by the Sea
______________________________
On a day where the blue sky is all I see above, 
is wonderous. 
By the sea I stand on the waves boarded by the Horizon;
fish they burble and entice the waters and sandy shore. 
Below the waters rippled surface be the bottom,  
Lobsters pander on the mussels and naive crab. 
Salt crystals bud and flourish as the harbor is shaken with boated 
cadence, 
Buoys of red tails wobble and bob in the salty breeze. Fisherman 
cast their nets out into the open ocean, hoping to make profit on 
Poseidon's ancient sea creatures. 
The men pull and heave on the rope's anchored at the bottom, caught in 
blue lipped being that outstretched to the bay and harbor, 
There the men part the bushels of sun scathed Jonas and Chesapeake crabs.
But along the docks by the Harbor a fisherman's gaze catches my eye..
His hazel green eyes mesmerize me, 
He winks and the Ocean herself beams a glowing light,
to guide the ships and little rowboats home. 
But me.. well all I can say is 
You can never compare nor forget the Wink or the beam 
of the Ocean.



Copyright © Madison Demetros | Year Posted 2016




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The Stingers in Chesapeake Bay

Racing along on the Chesapeake Bay
blindly diving into the sea
I met with a sting that day
I shall never forget
I knew not of these strange creatures
Growing up near Great Lakes with no threat
Floating all around me were small white entities
with jellied bodies and stingers several feet

Burned and stung I began to scream
A friend waded out as a savior
Certainly an expedition I wish
to never experience again.
Never again did I jump blindly in the bay
Not even with the dead ones on shore will I play.

For the "Jellyfish at the Beach" contest by Susan Mills.


Copyright © Amy Green | Year Posted 2010

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Maryland

Maryland says a big hello and 
welcome in many ways, whether you
come for a month, week, or just the 
day.

Americas largest estuary, with 
towering Cypress trees makes you 
want to take a deep breath and find 
your harmony.

Restful views from surrounding 
waters, from the bay to the beach 
they are all easy to reach.

Yesteryears teachings of Civil War 
battles and boasts the birthplace of 
our nations "The Star Spangled 
Banner".
  
Luck can be tested by those who 
gamble, casinos boast jackpots but 
you may leave in a grumble.

Agriculture is visible for miles 
around as well as chicken houses, 
and not trying to be funny but the 
locals call it the smell of money.

Navigate the Chesapeake Bay for 
bountiful fishing, and don't forget the 
steamed crabs that are great for 
dipping.

Destinations offer fun from the mountains 
to the bay, but consider yourself 
warned, you may want to stay!

So the next time you are considering 
making a reservation,
I hope you will make Maryland your fun filled vacation.


Copyright © Cindy Salter | Year Posted 2014

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Where the Rockfish Lurk

Where the river runs into the Chesapeake Bay. 
The currents run strong and they say "Beware". 
Many a man has ignored it and sunk to his doom.

On white capped waters beneath a crystal blue sky 
where a thousand men live by the tide, 
one boy drifts and awaits the return of the moon.

In a tiny row boat with a four horse Merc. 
He braves the bay to where the Rockfish lurk. 
Gonna catch him a big one and prove to his Dad he's a man.

When the waters went still and the wind began. 
He was too young to know the mess he was in. 
He never turned back when the bay started yelling it's name.

The boat pitched forward and rocked to the back. 
Waves so high that the sky went black 
but the boy stayed steady and never showed any fear.

A white Bucktail on ten pound test, 
he dropped the line off the side and grabbed a life vest. 
He held on tight to his rod as the storm drew near.

Thunder clapped and the sky lit up. 
The boy got excited when his rod gave a tug. 
He never noticed the water that was filling his boat.

He started reeling with all of his might 
when the angry old bay joined in on the fight. 
Against a boy no longer, a fight against a full grown man.

When the storm passed by and the sky turned blue. 
A boat on the beach with a small red shoe 
and the biggest Rockfish ever landed in the Chesapeake Bay.

In a tiny row boat with a four horse Merc. 
A boy braved the bay to where the Rockfish lurk 
and lived to tell his story over and over again.

The Applethoughtrotten


Copyright © Mark Croson The Applethoughtrotten | Year Posted 2010

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Chesapeake Bay

                                                 Blazing trails of fire
                                    Ignites these purest of desires
                                                Land Air and Sea
                                     Nestled amidst the foliage's trees
                                        Alone I drift in this merciful raft
                         Sun's candles beating on my shoulders and back
                                       For a moment I stand still in time
                                Capturing this essence of such sweet devine
                                               Come sail with me so far away
                                   On the tips of Maryland's Chesapeake Bay
                                    




Never Been There
But Heard It Was Beautiful


Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2007

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CHESAPEAKE BAY AFTERNOON

     CHESAPEAKE BAY AFTERNOON
We'd made our plans to be at play
down Anne Arundel way
just boating, my dear love and me
and happy on the bay.

The wind came whipping from the shore
and blowed to Baltimore
it filled our sail full as could be
that's what a wind is for!

The sun danced in the ocean spray
and took all care away
my love was there beside of me
and made my heart to sing all day.

We put in to Patapsco's shore
dined on crabcakes galore
before our dreams put out to sea
and left us bound for Baltimore.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa


Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

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Where Heads Butt

Where Heads Butt in the USA or

I Don't Believe in Bodily Harm

 

What we all did was to dilly dally

And our rear ends ended up in Raleigh;

Then later on back of little Billy Goat

Took a ride to somewhere in Shallotte.

 

We took another trip for a historical thrill;

Had an incredible tour of Charlottesville;

Went to Washington by way of Mt. Vernon.

To see the tree leaves which were turning.

 

We wanted to watch fish as they play,

So we both went back to Chesapeake Bay;

Up North again would go willy nilly 

Where John Wayne was with a pilgrim in Philly.

 

Ventured South to Florida to find a fantasy

In a world which was made by Walt Disney

And nothing could be finer or even greater

Then being in Carolina with an awful alligator. 


James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Bolivia, NC near Shallotte

jthorn5656@atmc.net


Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2013

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Evening Tide

On a bench on the boardwalk with my daughter by my side
Virginia Beach at night, approaching evening tide
My son was playing in the sand, a shovel and a pail
My wife was looking out to sea, leaning on the rail

A warm night in July, not a lot to say
Lights on the fishing boats twinkling in the bay
College kids playing Frisbee, laughing and having fun
Going to sit here on this bench until I see the morning sun

But the kids are getting tired,. Time to take them by the hand
Make our way back to the hotel, walking in the sand
Tomorrow we'll be at Chesapeake Bay on a fishing boat ride
Then at night we will return to watch the evening tide.


Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2007

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The Voice of the Susquehanna

The word of the Lord spoke,
And from the depths, the mountains awoke.
Water burst forth, and the ground was torn.
It was then that I was born.

I journeyed south, following the mountain breeze.
And I made peace between the warring trees,
Between the oak and the maple, I made a division.
And now from a distance they cant repay a derision.

It was God that gave me jurisdiction over this land.
The sediments fell where I told them to stand.
For years I carved out this creek,
Between the Catskills and my friend the Chesapeake.

Then like a firestorm from hell
Came those dregs, encamped in their citadel.
They are that disgusting group, descended from Adam’s line.
The touch of their hand withers the vine.

I used to have freewheeling tributaries.
Now they’re choked up with bridges and crap factories.
They are a disgusting lot.
And the name of their town is Endicott. 


Copyright © Daniel Carter | Year Posted 2016

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Chesapeake Bay

One day I’ll play in the Chesapeake Bay
On a boat I’ll lay soaking up sun rays
Sunscreen I’ll spray U.V. rays turn away
Catch a fish I’ll pray possibly display
A fish mouth I’ll splay possibly filet
A good day I’ll say in Chesapeake Bay


Copyright © PoetPrentice Dupins | Year Posted 2017

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SONG TO THE RUINS OF AMERICA

SONG TO THE RUINS OF AMERICA
With the Glyn Ford’ eyes:
"Fascist Europe-The Rise of Racism and Xenophobia"
I see with horror how from an american country to another
Racism and Xenophobia are cultivated in ist fields
Inspecting the growth of fascism and its relationship
With the capitalist families’ domain
As Daniel Guerin  saw in his “Fascism and Big Busines”
When Fascism was flourishing in Germany and Italy
For nothing.
Cities and fields returns to watering  the river Biederitz
Feeder of the river Elba
That brings the Hitler and Eve’s cremated and crushed remains
Together with others of theirs on the studio couch
Where they were found suicided
Perhaps the same couch of love where Neville Chamberlain
the British Prime Minister was sat.
River that joins and, at the end, matchs to the river Potomac
In Chesapeake Bay, Atlantic Ocean
Rested in backwater of the White House’ pool
Built in its foundations and frames
by slaves and Irish and Italian workers without papers
that tomorrow will come to call "Trumpbunker".
He’ll walk in the middle of the garden
Arrogant his figure as a God with joke eyes, body to much he-man
And penisly classic figure
whose Te Deum will be of the Asses and the Marquis of Sade.
Heil¡ He’s the  “Uro of Heck" big, robust, with long horns
a brown copper hair, with skin of a certain form
with fierce behaviour.
Heil¡ He’s the new Thartac, God of the Hivites with Ass-headed
well known and loved by priests and parish priest.
Nor the snow neither the wind will lash, that they believe
The angry figure of this God-man who loves life
As a desolated tyrant with dizziness of sex just nasty
running towards the void of a great National and Global Zoo
upon which will erect a statue to the Ass
to which will come the souls of the Eve’s terrier breed scottish dogs
and  the Hitler’ German Shepherd Dog with her cubs
to piss lifting up its leg.
And Fabius will sing near the doors of the White House
The new "Trumpbunker"
the Rodrigo Caro’s paraphrased song to the Ruins of Italica:
"These, Trump, poor me¡ that you see now
Lonely fields, gloomy hill
Were a time great America”.
Because the crime, the evil, the cruel and bloody
Assembly of wars against another peoples and nations
Ever returns, sooner or later, against one and another.


Copyright © Daniel de Culla | Year Posted 2016

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GENERAL WASHINGTON

GENERAL WASHINGTON


Once in command, he boxed in the British 
At Boston where he captured Dorchester Heights,
Overlooking the Brits at his mercy 
As his men took aim with their cannon sites.

The British commander had but one choice, 
To sail to New York to renew the fight.
Where the English had much greater forces, 
Who soon chased Washington's men in full flight.

They continued on to Pennsylvania 
After crossing the Hudson in retreat, 
With the British forces in hot pursuit
It looked as though George was doomed to defeat.

When winter seemed to have stopped the fighting 
That's when Washington crossed the Delaware. 
On that Christmas night he captured Trenton 
Where Hessians were surprised and unaware.

He whipped the British at Princeton, 
Where in victory his men began to sing. 
Washington then wintered at Morristown, 
Training his troops for the combat of spring.

Washington fought bravely at Brandywine 
And again at a place called Germantown, 
But the British were the victorious ones 
 As the dead of both sides covered the ground.

Americans were blessed early that spring,
When the French entered the war on their side.
Though most suffered frostbite at Valley Forge, 
With the help of the French they marched in stride.

The battles raged on, in the North and South 
As the King’s soldiers laid waste to the land.
Washington himself was in great despair, 
Pleading for aid for his weakened command.

His prayers were answered by 5000 troops, 
And a French fleet who took Chesapeake Bay.
They bottled up Cornwallis at Yorktown, 
Who surrendered to victory drums at play.

Yorktown was really the end of the war 
Though not many quite realized that fact yet. 
But the British soon grew tired of the fight
And the terms for its end were signed and set.

Washington yearned to retire at home, 
But his country chose him first president.
Cheering crowds waved flags of love and support, 
For they believed that "he," by God, was sent.

By Tom Zart
 


Copyright © Tom Zart | Year Posted 2007

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Moonlight And The Chesapeake Bay

My heart sings on this lazy summer night at the amazing beauty of the 
moonlight illuminating the Chesapeake Bay,
making a solemn pronouncement of it to be magical and mystical.

From the comfort of my screened porch, I am at ease in my padded chase
watching this magnificent adoration between the moon and 
the Chesapeake  Bay.
But I am not alone in my empirical study of the admiration between
the moon and the bay.
For the beauty of the two fathers moods.

The fireflies move swiftly through the night winking their approval.
So encourage by the magic, a Loon calls out to his mate to come sit
beside him to share in this spellbinding view.
The frogs croak out a sonata to help define the moment.
Happy for the moonlight the populace of fishes nibbles at the bugs
that surf the surface.
The age old owl sits on a limb to mesmerize to realize that he missed
the meal of a small country mouse who scurried by.

My skin is a glittering onyx under the moonglow, and my hair, thick as
the Congo jungle is dampened by the misty and salty breeze that is sent 
my way from the bay.

There is nothing so exquisite and provocative as the moonlight and the Chesapeake Bay.

In the envelopment of sweet tranquility, I fell into a daydream.

copyright 2017 Looking At The Light From The Bottom Of The Lake



Copyright © Mary E.W. Stephenson | Year Posted 2017

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Baltimore

Since the days of Francis Scott Key, 
this city has changed significantly.
Still standing is the historical site of Ft. McHenry.
The fifteen star flag still hangs proudly.
While Key saw the rocket’s red glare,
and the bombs bursting in air,
there were no tall office buildings anywhere.
Oriole fans are as happy as a lark,
whenever their team wins at Camden Yards Park.
The National Aquarium is something to see.
It draws so many spectators annually.
This is where Poe wrote about “Lenore”,
and the raven repeatedly saying “nevermore”.
The NFL team carries the “Ravens” name.
They meet their opponents with a formidable game.
This is an historical city on Chesapeake Bay.
Why not stop and visit it someday?



Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011

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A Tale Of The Two Kilmarnock's

Kilmarnock is two places split by Atlantic
one in Virginia other in Ayrshire
they are of different character straits
all bringing their own dimensions higher

The Virginia  brand settled way back in early 1600s
originally known as ‘the Crossroads’ as it began
this charming small town is on east Peninsula
between Potomac and Rappahannock waters have ran

The Ayrshire version sits seven miles from coast
the largest town in all of Ayrshire county
famous for it’s whisky, carpets and bonnet making
becoming a royal burgh in 1672 was it’s bounty

In America’s ‘Killie’ town to admire so much
join the Chesapeake Bay wine trail few miles away
see the birth place of Washington and Robert E. Lee
so much to enjoy never fill it in a whole day

In Scotland’s ‘Killie’ town they remember
their national bard Robert Burns no less
his first printed works called ‘Kilmarnock’ edition
to read Rabbie’s words is a sure bless!


(Having recently came to know of a Kilmarnock in USA and having lived my first 36 years in Kilmarnock in Scotland, so thought I would try and bring their respective highs together in written form.)
(KILLIE- is Scots nickname for Kilmarnock)


Copyright © Gordon McConnell | Year Posted 2016

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Sallys Ghost

Well SALLY'S corpse is in the graveyard
But her ghost clings to me like an old wet
Blanket...maybe it's because I treated her
Like dirt when she was alive and shot her
When I caught her cheating on me then
Threw her body in the in the dark, choppy
Waters of the Chesapeake Bay but it wasn't
Long until they found her body and now
The rest of my life is to be spent in this
High facility prison but the real but the
Real torture is that she haunts me everyday
And every night and I don't mean from
Memory, I mean she really haunts me in
All her stink and creepy crawlies...
I guess I deserve her wrath, hell have no
Fury like a woman scorned, she says I
Will make you regret the day you were
Ever born...
I used to think dead is dead but now I
Know I was wrong 'cuz she might be
Dead but she is long from gone, she clings
To me like an old wet blanket and I'm
Going outta my head 'cuz I know she's
Gonna haunt me now and long after I am
Dead, even tho SALLY'S corpse is in the
Graveyard she clings to me like an old wet
Blanket, she says I'll never let you forget
What you did to me on this you can bet...
Oh and SALLY'S GHOST clings to me like
An old cold, cold wet blanket, just like an old
Cold, cold wet blanket!


Copyright © Bo Lanier | Year Posted 2016

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Sallys Ghost

Well SALLY'S corpse is in the graveyard
But her ghost clings to me like an old wet
Blanket...maybe it's because I treated her
Like dirt when she was alive and shot her
When I caught her cheating on me then
Threw her body in the in the dark, choppy
Waters of the Chesapeake Bay but it wasn't
Long until they found her body and now
The rest of my life is to be spent in this
High facility prison but the real but the
Real torture is that she haunts me everyday
And every night and I don't mean from
Memory, I mean she really haunts me in
All her stink and creepy crawlies...
I guess I deserve her wrath, hell have no
Fury like a woman scorned, she says I
Will make you regret the day you were
Ever born...
I used to think dead is dead but now I
Know I was wrong 'cuz she might be
Dead but she is long from gone, she clings
To me like an old wet blanket and I'm
Going outta my head 'cuz I know she's
Gonna haunt me now and long after I am
Dead, even tho SALLY'S corpse is in the
Graveyard she clings to me like an old wet
Blanket, she says I'll never let you forget
What you did to me on this you can bet...
Oh and SALLY'S GHOST clings to me like
An old cold, cold wet blanket, just like an old
Cold, cold wet blanket!


Copyright © Bo Lanier | Year Posted 2015

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The Man That He Once Was, Part I

In better times, Anders Throne once was
a good husband and loving father,
married to his sweetheart, Rosie Smith,
who’d grown on the Chesapeake waters.

He worked as a lawyer, was well renowned,
had a little boy by the name Chester,
if fate were just he would’ve lived out his days
and saw his happiness never perturbed.

But when the war with the north broke out
to his country he was compelled to stay true,
he said good-bye and stole away north,
marching to war with the boys in blue.

His father-in-law said "Good riddance!"
and moved his precious daughter away,
to a big mansion deep in Richmond,
where he felt she could safely stay.

The war dragged on, and in the end
Richmond found itself under siege,
all in the city knew things were rough,
that there was no real hope of relief.

Day after day the big guns did roar on,
a crashing hail of fire and shell,
until one April day when the Union struck
and the town of Petersburg fell.

Unable to hold Richmond any longer
General Lee led his army to the west,
but Anders, arched into the fallen town,
hoping somehow to find his dearest.

But cannons and not the most precise of things,
and when he reached her father’s home,
he saw cinders scattered, shards of broken glass,
from the hallway ceiling’s grand old dome.

He found an old slave who explain it all,
that whoever had been inside no was dead,
a cannon-ball had ignited a great blaze,
and they died of the smoke in their beds.

Anders collapsed when he heard the news,
and roared out his agony and pain.
He railed at God,”I fought to free people!
And as thanks you go take her away?!”

Bereft of his son and his dearest love,
he walked away right then and there,
deserted the army and wandered off,
if they hanged him he did not care.

He aimlessly started heading for the west,
and as he walked along he wound find
the ‘truth’ of it all, so clear and so crisp,
took over his grief-battered mind.

God cared not for the trials of men,
nor the world that he had once made.
The beasts had it right, take what you can!
Destroy any who gets in the way.

The only rules that mattered were anarchy,
laws of the jungle, ever cold and cruel.
He was done pretending that there was a point,
manners and honor were lies for the fools…

CONTINUES IN PART II


Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2018