Maryland Poems - Poems about Maryland

Rain - Maryland

a welcome respite
july's scorching ember cooled ~
much needed downpour

Robert Croslin Mayor Elect Hyattsville Md

He never liked "Bob" - now a success
So Robert Croslin he is
Raise in Baltimore ("projects")
His mom (Aurelia) is grandma to my kids
His only son, a lawyer in DC
In his own right, now elected
Mayor of Hyattsville! (Praise God)
Once, my "good" eye-doctors place
Where I volunteered for its Literacy Council
Memories of Library, churches, New Year breakfasts!
A liveable community,

My American Daughters

I
My two daughters love Two States
Two ways, at least
They love Maryland & Virginia
They love English and Spanish
They love their dad and Mom
They love Democrat & Republican as American
They know the Constitution didn't make Parties
They Know G. Washington warned Parties
Divide anation, when electing should take best 'man'
For the job he refused to Name "king" - but

The Old Town Cat Lady Who Yelled

There was a dame from Westminster,
Who lived her life as a spinster.
She was old and gray,
Yelled at cats all day,
And that is why no one missed her.

Lost Art

a decade ago, I picked up water colors and acrylics
O the exuberance of being a first-time artist
Who, in myriad poverty of apartheid, scorned art
As the purview of those living in luxury
Yet I was spending five hours on painting crosses with doves
Celebrating Jesus and the Holy Spirit
Then too, in 2012, my heart and art suffered loss
As

Memories of Maryland

Memories of Maryland

I woke up in a pleasant dream
with unfamiliar sights at hand
so far away from my known land.

A wooded forest by a stream
and all around the rolling hills,
my weary mind, with comfort fills.

The air about with nature teems
as birds, their soothing songs, display,
and deer and squirrels and chipmunks play.

Sun’s warming rays through treetops gleam
and

The Maryland 400, Part Ii

...But with redcoats in the rear
they couldn’t persevere,
on narrows paths by a small creek
escape from their foes they did seek,
but who would guard the rear?
Stirling and four hundred
brave men from Maryland,
would act as the army’s safeguard,
and against two thousand they charged,
sheer madness, it was said.

To a nearby stone house
the redcoats had advanced,
when Maryland came with

The Maryland 400, Part I

The British had stumbled
in Boston the year last,
but came again for vengeance bold
to bleed freedom, damage untold,
with fire and with blast.
To New York their ships sailed
thirty thousand men strong,
and Washington, on islands spread,
awaited their coming with dread,
with his militia throngs.

Twenty thousand untrained souls,
armies came right for them,
divided, not knowing just where
the British would come, all

Sedoka 577 For Jim Link of Greenbelt Maryland Usa

is it goodbye too?
Jim Link fought the valiant fight
in and for poems, and friends (me);
first Grady Dorsett
and now it is Christmastime
So tarry, 'til I fly "home"

Antietam Creek Maryland

Antietam Creek, Maryland

Antietam was fought on Maryland ground
at the foothills of Appalachia.
There McClellan, Lee and Jackson were found
with troops from Potomac and Virginia.

McClellan shrewdly, saved some of his men,
while Lee sent the entire army forward.
Does blood cry out as the withered grass bends?
Should they be buried facing home, southward?

Victors of Antietam, we wonder who?
At Sharpsburg

Cecil County Maryland

(Land that doth marry mother lode 
of sublime earthen land and sea).
 
Age of exploration 
   ushered cruel fate 
   against “red” men living 
   in bliss by agents

   patch of eden north 
   o the Mason Dixon line 
   latitude: 39.64839 

The University of Maryland 1982

Poetry professors sit casually and will look at you with an unlit pipe in their hand
Poetry professors will tell you your ideas mean something and that you should speak up more
Poetry professors will write you a note with your hand written end-of-term grade on it
Poetry Professors will sit in your memory like it was yesterday
Poetry

Brakfast In Maryland

scrambled eggs and milk
Mom and Aunt Vernie would make 
Baltimore Breakfast

A Maryland Summer

Our Robin’s nest on twenty-eighth bayside,
strung like the Kite’s Loft display.
Free and now flowed with the tide,
as we watched the sunrise of each day.

Center courts of youth and bouncing Penns
pushed full throttle jet skis into romances.
The moon lit footprints in amends,
as Hope laid us down with chances.

The sun’s vixens sat on boardwalk benches,
their penthouses held

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

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