Best Maxwell Poems

walking your talking
all for sale,if you can't
find it here,it can't be found....

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She was ten years his senior 
and Billy probably saw her 
as a strong mother figure to him.
There have also been rumors
that the Kid and Deluvina
engaged in some steamy romancing,
but we will never know,
we can only be sure of this one very real thing.
After the...

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In the abode of a man with a heart of stone,
Out of Compassion, his spouse saved me from scraps and bone,
But by his hand I want to be left alone.

A domestic help I was meant to render,
But Mr. Maxwell’s eyes behind my back yearned for...

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At the age of nine her tribe was raided by Apache Indian enemies.
She lost her whole family and was forced to succumb to Apache slavery.
She was traded to white men in exchange for ten of the white man's ponies
She now was a servant for the...

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He is a secret agent working for his country.
A plain-looking bumbling fool is what most people see.
This surreptitious spy has a big bag of tricks.
He is CONTROL agent number 86.
His true occupation is something most do not know.
It seems strange he sounds like Tennessee Tuxedo.
He...

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Maxwell Smart and wisest Ninety-nine.
One is a boob, the other just fine.
1960’s fun,
Always on the run.
One is logical, other a whine.

Written Feb 2, 2019             Contest: Limericks 4      ...

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I wrote this thinking of her, she had that certian thing that caught my eye. And in a since you could exagerate by saying I fell in love. But while I was writing I saw a video with Warren Jeffs and the LDS Church and...

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two roundels

“Mommy, let’s go ride Maxwell, Don’t say no again.”
My son has named ev’ry horse on the carousel.
“We will go soon!”, I promised but I don’t know when.
“Mommy, let’s go ride Maxwell.”

“Lots of people are sick; just how long we can’t tell.
The park is all...

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Let my son stand at the table of Life
sit in the seat of Wisdom 
with ever open Arms 
fingers of ready Consent
eyes of empath Sight and
a tongue of prose Impeccability
lips of passionate lovelorn Truths
shouldering resolute Responsibilities
on a chest of conviction, pure as Knight
the stomach to...

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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...

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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...

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It's easy to believe that our ability to love is finite (final) especially when your heart has been broken before by someone you loved very much. 
But believe it or not, slowly you will heal and love again. And your capacity for love will grow...

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