Short Baltimore Poems

city of troubles
the city of Baltimore
She'll always survives...

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spent some of the time
growing up in Baltimore
but not much at all...

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chili dogs in Queens
crabs and Pabst in Baltimore
and beans in Boston...

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

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Blood on city streets 
Who will stop the city's pain
We are  waiting for peace...

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

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A gift inside the box...
  one question left unanswered

Whose key to then unlock
  lay distant—still unfound

(Baltimore Maryland: April, 2019)...

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               it's striking orange
           baltimore oriole reigns
                 royal in my yard 

Heidi Sands 

5/5/25

(C)ooyright...

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Harry Potter and Dumbledore

Two young Boys from Baltimore
Loved Harry Potter and Dumbledore
One boy said “I’m a Wizard
The Other turned into a Lizard
A Lizard and a Wizard in Baltimore...

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Walk Backwards

There once was a young Postman from Baltimore, 
Frequently walked backwards, from door to door. 
He knew that his actions were strange to be seen, 
But he required to know, where he’d just been....

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The best hunting dog in all Baltimore
Was my butt belching blue dog Amador.
Aghast guests once heard a blast
As Blue exuded his past,
Leaving a thief flat, gassed out on the floor.

Date: 2/25/2022
Rhyme: 10, 10, 7, 7, 10...

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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....

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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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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...

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michelle
creative,sexy,outgoing,smart
sister of latrice
lover of those who love me
who feels safe,loved,lonely,and scared
who fears lightning,spiders,death and slugs
who like to see life,colors,flowers and love
resident of baltimore, md
pryor...

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Sunrise
illuminates
clear blue skies, solid frost
lightly glaciated birdbath
where a sparrow pecks, tries to get a sip
in the limelight upon the ground
baltimore oriole
revealed at
Sunrise     

Date written: January 15, 2023...

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Another Arena Bowl
was this team's goal.
The Philadelphia soul.

Dealing with reality,
a third-in-a-row trophy,
was not going to be.

Their season is now complete.
They went down to defeat.
The team from Baltimore did them in.
A championship the Soul would not win.
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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....

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Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:   Baltimore County
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  January/2015

                         
                     


                   B  R  I  D G  E
                        V    E       
                   O              R
                  ^^^^^^^^^
                  Patapsco River...

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The Old Western Burial Ground can be found
on Fayette and Green Streets in Baltimore City.
Cars and trucks most often mute the shrieking sound
of a dreadful dead man’s moans for human pity.

3/3/2020

taken from A Scary Place to Sleep written 10/3/18 
for Rithimus Divisa 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor:  Greg Barden...

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DEATH OF A GYPSY QUEEN
They gathered round the dying place
to bid their queen farewell
the glow of every gypsy fire
left little more to tell
for round about each glowing flame
a bondage few could know
and when the queen departed them,
each gypsy felt her go.

True story, in Baltimore Johns Hopkins Hospital Camput
1959...

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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 really made my day.  
 
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                                           Moor from Baltimore
                                           Planning urban areas
                                                   Curiosity
                                      Studying the stars at night
                                          Benjamin the erudite...

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Edgar my dear 
Why do you have that spear 
Is that your plan?
When in a jam? 
Scare the bloody Kansas City yellow and red 
When they fight the fowl volture appearing dead 
Spirit Haunting
Spirit Daunting 
Blazing under the Baltimore sun 
Until Poe's poetic message is done
No swift moves will be here 
Only Chiefs carcasses holding their Daly beer...

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I am a fat oriole from Baltimore
With baseball cap and baseball mitt
I became a star cause well I could really hit
Made my money, to build my nest
Never grew up, cause I was born with good luck
I am a big fat Oriole I say to you
Now I am retired
So I sit in by chair
Eating my Oreos, double stuffed flair
Oriole oriole eating my oreos
I am fat cookie, a Baltimore storio...

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