Best Max Poems
by Max Burchett
A writer, singer and songwriter,
A crooner, a teller of tales,
A dream maker, a soul shaker and captivator,
Hoping in verse and prose he prevails.
Photography by cromaconceptovisual
New Year’s Eve
I need to feel the trade winds blow
To know they have my heart in tow,
Here in the twilight of this hour
I feel the grandeur of God’s power.
The Sun, a ball of golden fire
Rises with my heart’s desire
That this New Year will offer love
As Sol begins to rise above.
How wonderful, the winter sky—
With mist filled clouds that float on by.
Sweet birds of beauty on the wing,
Portends the gifts New Year will bring.
© Connie Marcum Wong
My Muse is the New Year
Contest: Ekphrasis 12 Line Max
Sponsored by Rick Parise
by Max Burchett
a poem for lyrics for Golden Hearts charity anthem
Available on SoundCloud /maxburchett/i-dream
There is so much we can do.
I hope we can,
I believe we can.
Let your love show
For those who cannot.
Just have to see
What a new world can be.
Changing course of fate,
Help before it is too late.
Breaking chains of poverty.
I want to dream a dream,
Hope you believe,
So come and dream with me.
Let’s come together hand-in-hand,
Imagine beyond what has ever been.
Let’s find a way to a brighter day
When love and kindness will win,
With every step of the way,
Together we will do more.
That is what we are here for.
Lift your voice and sing with me now.
I want to dream a dream.
Hope you believe,
So come and dream with me.
Dream of a better world
With less broken hearts.
Come ‘on and join me now,
it is about time we start.
Dream things that never were
And ask why not?
Now that we have come so far,
Let’s give it all we have got,
Giving with Golden Hearts.
by Max Burchett
Black swans are a thing.
That thing never seen before,
Not known to exist,
What has never happened before.
If you can think of it,
Can expect or imagine it,
That swan is not black, or a swan
Just a strange possibility.
I discovered my own personal swans
Surprised by, not discovered
Personal tsunamis, personal lottery wins
Not the Vegas kind; rather, the lotteries of life.
Never imagined things I might do
Or would happen while racing into eternity
Is the incredible waiting to spring
What will it mean for me, or you?
Wonderfully good, or bad beyond belief?
Shocks of the universe or just for your life?
Intimate black swans while on your way,
The chance encounter changing life.
Unknown unknowns.
No need to worry.
Can’t do anything about
A new wrinkle in what in life can’t expect.
The unexpected we can never know
Until fate dishes it out.
Destiny that was there all along,
A high or low note of life’s song.
Max the Rex
I had a cat whose name was Max the Rex
A grumpy cat so fat so mean and large
His paws would tear up all my costly rugs
His personality aloof and smug
Except when he would feel the urge to eat
He’d purr and mew and rub against my feet
And after feeding run into his keep
Then snuggle up and drift into a sleep
Sometimes I wish he’d leave and not return
And then one day he went outside to roam
Gone for awhile we hoped that he’d find his home
And then one day we heard a mew somewhere
And there was Max with none the worst to see
From that day on he’s sweet as he can be
Beloved Pet Contest Francine Roberts
Ralph Sergi June 14, 2015
I drive around a bi-cycle
a cycle bike psycho
at night a light’s on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
oh it’s a little delightful
my seat on my cycle
I ride all night on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
I’ll jump the curbs in acceleration,
and pedal push to my destination,
don’t pay road tax, my declaration,
no f... that, drivers hold frustration
Oh
Oi
These trucks get way to close
thinking they own the roads
Woah
Oi
they test test test my nerve,
these flucking bus ankers
I drive around a bi-cycle
a cycle bike psycho
at night a light’s on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
oh it’s a little delightful
my seat on my cycle
I ride all night on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
dirty dank fumes got me spacey
light headed it sways me
others walk or run but I go this way
I like to ride my bi-cycle
I'm cycle bike psycho
all day and night on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
It must be said, some mouth opinions
you cyclists all smell like onions
which is mean
so I thump them and nick their keys
I speed on
oi oi
and I say ha ha ha you cannot drive your car
they say
woah woah
as I fly fly fly fly over the handlebars
I crashed into an Aygo
a Toyota Aygo
the wheel's mangled on
my ma (ma) mountain bike
I wasn't looking where I go
when I hit an Aygo
so I'm in mourn for
my ma (ma) mountain bike
in a hospital room
going crazy
fresh air seems tasty
they say ha ha can't ride your bike today
I think karma's a bastard
it put me in plaster
and now they have to
ha ha (ha) help me s**t
ma (ma) mountain bike
(oh) mountain bike
(mountain bike) ohh
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Child caring Father Christmas,
Messed with drops from Max's ass,
Gave little Max a new pamper
Without losing his temper.
Beyond Mad Max
Australian actor Mel
Phoned his wife to give her hell.
Unknown to Gibson she recorded his rant
And we all got to hear his unholy chant.
Felis Maximus -
Oh so male with fiery fur,
And sometimes with a matching temper,
You show cuteness that deceives
Those humankind who fail to please.
For one misguided fool who dares
Invade your realm unawares
Will likely meet with warning hiss,
And not some softly planted kiss -
A hiss indeed, and sharpened claws
Delivered by two well aimed paws.
But if, perchance, your trust is won,
The truest friendship has begun.
We few are blessed, who have your trust,
And love you, Felis Maximus.
June 2015
For my friends' cat
by Maxwell "Max" Sebastian Burchett
In every street and town,
Poisons abound,
Tricking the mind,
Destroying the brain.
Some seek it out
For cheaper effect,
But have to pay with their bodies,
And pay with their lives.
Unwittingly lured
By a false sense of escape
Becoming victims
To an insidious grip.
Drugs, nothing new, in times past
In shadows it thrived, the silent foe
Unseen, ever present in varied forms
Still claiming lives, shattering dreams.
Still the silent whisper beckons,
Drug allure persists, a Siren’s song,
Promising solace, momentary bliss,
But the price of escape, greater suffering and death.
Generation to generation, the cycle repeats,
Drugs evolve, taking on different disguises,
Still offering refuge from life’s defeats,
But devastation and darkness, all the same.
Victims seeking a way to battle their demons,
The drug becomes a demon itself.
Then finally, the addicts' only friend,
Their deadly companion to life’s end.
by Maxwell "Max" Sebastian Burchett
I present these lyrics today,
For you to consider if you would,
An idea I propose, to find a way
To designate a day for doing good.
It is about time now
We start finding a way
That leads us somehow
To a brighter day.
Whatever it takes
Now before it is too late,
One little step by each, then a giant leap by all
That might improve the world for one, or all.
These rhymes propose a new holiday.
A new national day, call it what you may,
Perhaps Pay-It-Forward Day.
No, let’s say “Good Day!"
A day recognized as a time to remind,
A new day when all of goodwill,
If they can, if they will,
Do one thing for the good.
For a friend, or
Even for a foe,
For family, or
For a stranger you do not know.
A day set aside
Dedicated to making one small thing better,
Lifting one person higher,
Together, many higher and higher.
An extra, kind gesture unplanned,
Whatever you feel you should,
A kind word, maybe something grand,
An unexpected act of good.
Now is the time.
We do not really know
If we have one day more.
Now is the time for a Good Day!
last night I slept in a closet
with my coat made of tangerine desires
and visions of distant permafrost
last night I remembered
white noise in her voice
buried hopeless in a bureau of disdain
the apartment on rue Fontaine
has fallen into disrepair
embraced by anarchist movement
embraced by emerald seaweed
embraced by quicksand swirl
embraced by golden doll hair
and transformed itself
into the roar inside the hourglass
last night I slept in a foxhole
with ace of spades stuck in my teeth
with joker hidden in my sleeve
last night I woke up to the music
of orchestra playing at the riverbed
to the cry from the valley of the rivets
there is no time for purple parables
as rocking chairs bring eyes to my tears
they bring the winds of mortal gestures
they bring the equations
they bring the reveries
while my co-existence
remains a mystery
My name is Max…
I live at home with my mom and my dad,
Every day they both remind me,
That I’m the best pet they’ve ever had.
I scratch on the door to get out,
And my name is on my own bowl,
And they never have to shout at me,
Because I know the meaning of self-control.
Every morning I wake up to a stomach rub,
A nice bowl of doggie food,
And a warm bath in my own little tub.
I had it going on,
I amazed them both with my dog tricks,
But then the worst thing happened to me….
My mom grew very sick.
I heard her moaning and groaning,
And dad was really sad….
I offered my mom a pillow,
And then I ran back to my pad.
It hurt me so much,
To see my mom that way,
To see my dad so out of touch,
With no words to say.
The doctor came to the house to pick her up,
He was crying on the phone….
He jumped in his car to follow her,
And left me in the house alone.
So I sat there….
By the door,
With a look of sadness in my eyes,
This was a feeling,
I’ve never felt before.
It pained me that my mom was sick,
I just wanted her to get better,
And just as I went to lay down,
I discovered this little envelope,
Inside of it was a letter.
It said, “Never be sad,
Always keep your head up.
No matter where life takes us,
You’ll always be our favorite little pup.”
This made me smile,
It gave me hope and confidence,
So I grabbed the letter with my teeth,
And placed it near the fence….
So when the day came,
And my mom came back home,
She discovered the letter was where I left it,
And she then began to roam.
“Max? Max!
I’m home, my dear. We’re home.”
She prepared my doggie pad,
Poured food in my bowl,
But couldn’t find me, so she screamed,
“Have mercy on my soul!
Where is my little puppy?
Why won’t he come to me?
Come out, wherever you are,
My dear little Max. Please?”
So I ran from behind the couch,
And licked my mom and dad’s face,
“It’s moments like these,” I thought to myself….
“I will never, ever erase.”
Then, I ran to the couch,
To stretch out and relax.
Oh, in case you forgot….
My name is Max.
waves cycle around
ebbing turquoise seas
ripples do tease
waves swim fathoms deep
returning to navy blue seas
smiles of pearly foam
surf currents of waves
navy blue road flows
salty drinks on deck
waves oxygenate seas
whales dolphins sharks snappers
ride wave vehicles
waves do break
upon many shore lands
seen crabs clams
waves flow and roll
white pearls teeth foamy tops
smiles back at me
water waves wind
wheeling whirlpool whirls
wreckage washed-up
by Maxwell "Max" Sebastian Burchett
However you say the name,
Mom, Mum, Momma, Mommy,
We all feel the same.
Dear Mother, Thank you!
For all you did for me.
You did not have to,
I know, it was all a genuine gift.
You wanted to.
Every meal, all I wore,
Did not matter, if a little or more,
You gave all you had, was mine,
Then touched my heart with loving words, and stories read,
Your voice, stored always in my mind.
The love you gave
Was like no other gift in this world,
Greater than all earthly things.
What carried me on,
What meant more,
Was your gift
Of love divine.
Thank you, Mama!