Chesapeake Poems

O TO make the most jubilant poem!
Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of Death.
O full of music! full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!
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When the world turns completely upside down
You say we'll emigrate to the Eastern Shore
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STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born,
Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother;
After roaming many lands--lover of populous pavements;
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O to make the most jubilant song!
Full of music-full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!
Full of common employments-full of grain and trees.
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How tall among her sisters, and how fair, --
How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair
As dawn, 'mid wrinkled Matres of old lands
Our youngest Alma Mater modest stands!
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I HOLD a letter in my hand,-
A flattering letter, more's the pity,-
By some contriving junto planned,
And signed per order of Committee.
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In one dark age, beneath a single hand,
Thus rose an empire in the savage land.
Her golden seats, with following years, increase,
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'I inscribe this chant for all my people' St Jean Perse

Out on a vessel in Chesapeake Bay
A young man arose at the break of the day
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THE SEA is large.
The sea hold on a leg of land in the Chesapeake hugs an early sunset and a last morning star over the oyster
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When you come around heaven smiles
I have this feeling for you as if you as if you are a new toy
What beats with blood also jumps for joy
When you come in my face, my eyes decline
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SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF WORLD WAR III

The White House
Washington
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The Chesapeake skies cleared that night.

The days leading up were full of clouds,
With no promise of seeing the eclipse;
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Those who wish to be President
Must practice what they teach.
For their people need inspiring
To believe what they preach.
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These ugly looking lumps of calcium carbonate,
Unlike their cousins that collectors take.
Have a name known far and wide
As Apalach Oysters. ‘Tis said with pride.
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I'S feelin' kin' o' lonesome in my little room to-night,
An' my min's done los' de minutes an' de miles,
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Oxymoron:
fresh fish

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I remember

The heat
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ULTIMATE SACRIFICE

Our men and women give the ultimate sacrifice
When they pledge to defend our flag.
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GENERAL WASHINGTON AT WAR

Once in command, he boxed in the British
At Boston where he captured Dorchester Heights
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CONSERVATIVE POET TOM ZART’S 6O
AMERICA AT WAR POEMS
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I. Semper Fidelis

For thousands of years they've been alone
This cold place doesn't truly feel like home;
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Jury selection is an integral nonpartisan process coveted by all free societies.
The defendant and the prosecution are equally tasked with this ultimate decision.
The behaviour in the courtroom is filled with mutual respect and human dignity.
Attacking a jury as rigged is like a 3 year old in the sandbox without supervision.
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It was 3: 00 a.m. in Bowie Maryland in the year of our Lord,1861.
A drum roll passed by in the night not more than a mile away, and Billy couldn't tell whether it was coming from the Yanks or the Rebs. Both of Billy's brothers had left home in the past two months. His oldest brother Jeb having joined the Army of Northern Virginia, while his next oldest brother Seth was now fighting for the Union with Major General George G. Meade in the Army of the Potomac. Billy's family was like a lot of other families in Maryland, and the Western Shore of Virginia, with some men choosing to fight for the North while many chose the South.

Billy was just about to turn sixteen and still had not chosen his side. He had friends and family fighting for both and knew that the time was getting short for him to choose. He couldn't imagine fighting against either of his older brothers, but once he decided the possibility would definitely be there. Billy pulled the bed covers over his head and thought back to a more pleasant time — a day when his two older brothers had taken him fishing in Mayo along the western shore of the Chesapeake Bay.
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Foreword

This is a poetic eulogy to the outlaw Bonnie Parker.
Including here all the known poems associated with Bonnie,
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Bonnie Parker wrote this folk poem, credited to A. L. Kirby late 19th century, from memory with some substitutions, into her bank book from The First National Bank Of Burkburnett Texas, along with 9 other poems, during her stay in the Kaufman County Jail in 1932.

Bonnie changed the original line of ''The Engineer with his oil and waste'' to her substitution of ''The Engineer with his coal and oil'', probably because she did not understand the meaning of ''waste''. Waste were the oil soaked rags used to wick oil to old style plain bearings.
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A conglomeration of guinea pigs
Bishop Doane, Dr. Johnson, my Dutch Reformed pastor; Father G. Grady, Fighting Bob Evans, and Admiral Dewey
Imagine the squeaks and squabbles
Worse than Noah's Ark, and all in the White House!
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One grows to love the smell of horses
and urine-soaked hay

With the Chesapeake behind it…dung in the stables
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Empire


At nightfall
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The traveler journeys
His ship has gone far
The doldrums eclipsed
With the light of new stars
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A grainy predawn dark, early Expressway traffic
bleeding arterial tail lights across gray water
and its blue heart. Under Lemon Hill,
grunts from Boathouse Row, woodshop clunks,
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