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In 1938, boxer Joe Louis did the patriotic thing.
He had an entire nation in his corner of the ring.
Here, he was facing German heavyweight Max Schmeiling.
Yankee Stadium in New York was the site for this meeting.
Schmeiling was the symbol for Aryan supremacy.
He was considered a hero in Nazi Germany.
Louis was fighting for freedom and democracy.
In the ring, Louis fought the way that would astound.
With a technical knockout, he defeated the German in one round.
Louis and Schmeiling became friends for years after the fight.
For many Americans, that was a memorable night.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
Little Max to Alton towers did go,
He went with his granddad, who some trains did want to show.
He loves his trains does Maxy, his excitement was mounting fast
Until he went on the “Runaway Train” then even his granddad was aghast.
The train set off WOO, WOO said Max, enjoying every minute
Until the speed picked up and he could hardly hang on in it.
Granddad hugged him close and tight
And looked at his little face, all screwed up in fright,
Then he found it was a reflection
Of Granddads, own pale complexion.
They clung together through all the dipping and the diving
Granddad trying to be brave, and Max not be depriving.
Woo, Woo, went Max but in quieter voice,
He didn’t really like this choice.
As the ride slowed down to stop, relief in Max and Granddad grew,
But oh they were in for a shock, when a second time round it flew.
A smiling Granddad holding tight to Max, he was trying to look so brave and strong
I don’t think I like this granddad, I think you have got this wrong.
Then the ride came thankfully to a stop,
Granddad lifted Max down, who to his knees did drop.
Thank you granddad that was good, but please make me a promise
I’m not sure I’ll believe it’s good, you can call me a doubting Thomas.
I’m sorry Max it was in, fun and I promise, and this is law,
I won’t take you on a train again, until you are at least the age of four.
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.
...He rode off into the wild,
seemed not to care for their child,
she would have to bear him alone,
for a doomed man could be no dad.
Three cold and lonely mounts did pass,
she heard the rumors travel fast,
no father would he child know,
they judged her and pitied the lad.
Until amongst a bitter fall,
she struggled to maintain it all,
her condition made business tough,
when Max returned to the saloon.
He looked at her and said,”Go sit.
You need to rest, I’ll handle it.”
She would have got her ire up,
but couldn’t, the kid would come soon.
And as he served drink on the fly,
she said,”I thought you wanted to die?”
Later she talked with the grim soul,
who said,”For so long I’ve been cold,
and life had just taken from me,
all I had left was my revenge.
Red took my wife, he took my son,
just avenge them, and I’d be done…
but you gave of yourself freely,
and messed up my desired end.
“And at first, yes, I was seething,
when I had planned out everything…
but I think God put you in my way
to help me find new hope in life.
You went and took me to your bed,
it’s only right that we should wed,
say so and I won’t leave this pace,
we’ll run it as husband and wife.
“I want to hear our baby cry,
and I no longer wish to die.”
At first she felt she should be mad,
that leaving her here had been bad,
but remembered back to those words
the first night that the two had touched,
and she could see in him the change,
his eyes no longer help the pain,
staying angry was hard for her,
Juanita wanted this so much.
She said,”We’ll do as you have spoken,
a whole we’ll make from two haves broken,
I can never be what you lost,
but we might just build something new.”
He kissed her right there, took her hand,
pledged henceforth he would be her man,
and though Max had born a great cost,
he had discovered something true.
Children would come, in total five,
and Max had no more time to die.
There was no such thing as a perfect couple until Max and Maude.
They immediately began naming snow balls – Cherish and Claude.
Here is Cherish Maude said, as she lobbed it toward Max’s head.
Max laughed and ducked and slid away on a bright red sled.
Maude created Claude, Charlie, and Hacky Sack before he got back.
He had never met such a woman, she never gave him a bit of flack.
You are such a terrific find, he told her. I think you are my soul mate.
So, they got married in a Lutheran church at a quarter until eight.
They ended up with six children, who got seasonably round.
In the summer, of course, the family mysteriously slid underground.
They are perfect for each other spring willows and oaks would agree.
They loved the fact that they gave themselves readily to every tree.
SAVE MAX, PAY TAX
Burdened in multiple networks of Tax?
Being stress-free, how to really relax?
Not to be paramount.
Keep update your account.
Prepare Income-Tax file using syntax.
Manage your expenses and maintenance.
Frame your credits and debits of Finance.
Don’t act careless or lax.
Pay prompt your income tax.
Do not miss the date of return by chance.
12/28/18
'EARLY FEBRUARY 2019' Contest by Brian Strand
They say I have the perfect family.
That I have no reason to cry.
The onlookers envy me, stupidly,
Believing that pathetic lie.
My father is in Forbes Under 50,
My mum's on the cover of Vogue.
People think they've a flawless story.
If only they checked under the log...
Dad had always been very busy,
Even when I was really young.
Well, he's a drunkard, always tipsy,
With another family out in Hong Kong.
Mum had always been the belle,
No matter where she went.
I guess her love was hard to spell,
And into her arms, I was sent.
My older brother Aiden's an *******,
Rebellious 'cause he's got money to throw.
Left hearts shattered while he was all snowed,
But got away because of the dough.
Rosaline "Bianca" was an absolute brat,
The older sister who'd never heard no.
Married a don who was sniffed out by a rat,
Now she's raising 2 kids as a widow.
From the outside it looks fine,
But my family's breaking apart.
Bianca seeks funds for the little minds,
Aiden actions, a thieving art.
Dad found out I'm not his own,
He wants to put me up for adoption!
Mum met her Hong Kong clone,
I guess her life wasn't an option.
Everything looks so easy from afar,
Sometimes I wish I could pretend,
To be the onlookers, unaware of my scars...
But I'm stuck in a loveless dead end.
"Can he talk?"
"No."
"Is he your son?"
"No."
He tries to take the chewed up
Food out of his mouth
Not because he isn't hungry
But to play with it
In his, for all appearances,
Half-conscious state
(head hung low, nodding thickly)
While being fed lunch
In the middle of a sunny park.
I gently bat his hands from his animal mouth
Jelly and peanut butter all over his tiny fingers
He rolls the moist bread crumbs
Between his fingers
Into a fine paste.
This frustrates me.
Until I try and imagine
Life behind undeveloped eyelids.
Watery white. Infant big.
Drool-splattered shirts.
Sadder than tears.
God's secret good.
Stumbling, now, stumbling.
Max the Unicorn had a beautiful mane.
No one in the world had one exactly the same.
It had snowflakes and sparkles, it dazzled like mad.
It was pink and purple, and swirly like the head of his dad.
Max’s mother was a little more common and plain.
And his sister Marilyn was ugly, but she had a fine brain.
He loved his family, and especially Wild, his wooly pet lamb.
Wild had started his own loud, hilarious rock and roll band.
Your family is crazy his friend Pete the Bulldog told him.
Your sister’s boyfriend has a carrot growing out of his chin.
If you cannot say anything nice about Pete, don’t come around again.
Max said. For he was jealous he did not know Pete or his chin.
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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