Max Poems - Poems about Max

It's sweet to help To people in dire needs But it's too heavy to feel To whom you've given help Will use you and betray you It's more than lovers break-up It's more than stabbing the back It's more than Judas kiss It's not human act anymore It's against law of any righteousness It's extremely evilness to the bone It's really Lucifer in the making....

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Today we lost a precious member of the clan The beloved pet dog Max, who belonged to sister Jan He’s left many memories, to remind us of the joy That we all experienced with the darling doggie boy. A tiny bundle of fur Max was, the first time we met He grew loving and faithful, filling hearts with happiness A run...

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pliers… scalpel… knife… drat… I feel the pulse of life… if not for my wife… _______________________ MILs = Mothers-in-Law ...

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friendly to the max a happy bouncing machine tigger rocks big time...

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our nine-year-old grandson is spending the night tonight I texted his mother to find out what three snacks he would like. I have never bought any of these three items. We will need to go to a better grocery store to get them. Better than we usually shop, for sure. We do not mind. He has not spent the night...

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Max, my seven-year-old grandson had science class for the first time. He reported at supper that the sun is a star. His older sisters poked fun of him, thinking he was nuts He was not nuts or wrong, the sun is a star. The next day at breakfast he gave them a few more tidbits. The planets are clumps of...

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If I am in a crazy mood I play Max the axe Max has red hair and a beard You get to be him Enemies come at you and you axe them away At first it is really fun, because you are winning Got two, got six, got eight. There is a sense of power, you get excited. There are bad guys that...

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An Introduction to Max Hi, I am a mastiff cross and my name is Max. To be precise it’s Magical Maxi the Wonder Dog but you can call me Max. That’s not to say I possess magical powers as such but I can make myself disappear when the contents of the kitchen rubbish bag are...

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Oh, how I dread the horrid sight of that nasty slop, what a wretched plight. Its stench invades my twitching nose I turn away, but my nausea grows. Forced to face it on my plate My stomach cramps over the goo I hate. To those who claim to love this dish To me, it’s like a putrid fish. An oozy texture,...

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The club members all agreed Max was the coolest cat “A Bohemian beatnik who knows where it’s at” He taught Louie Armstrong to play those rhythm blues. That is why we getting ready to tap with these shoes. I don’t know what I expected, but certainly not a real cat. This one was wearing seventies clothes with an old velvet...

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such an intense brown-eyed stare from a young guy steampunk max, I supposed, from his loud sigh I had heard of him, and his dangerous all-knowing eyes His gears, coppers and whistles were not a surprise He gave me a look of dismissal and brevity too I wondered if he had heard of me, but had no clue in an instant,...

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by Max Burchett Lots of flattery and L.A. handshakes given, But once upon a time, actually just last year, A seemingly casual compliment was for me heaven, One I will always remember. Though I kept it to myself, Not sure the reason for that, Yet sometimes I think about it. A great man said to an audience, some I knew, “If I were in...

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by Maxwell Sebastian Burchett Set sail on an ocean, An unknown sea, At times adrift, unknown destination, No compass or charts to see. No return to original harbor I must sail on, Perilous to halt, cannot anchor In this ship not chosen. Yet I am Captain, And crew, and then First Mate, Navigator and Helmsman. Still there are lighthouse beacons On which I rely and depend, And fleets I seek...

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by Maxwell Sebastian Burchett Some say, and believe, bad luck lurks in threes. That a triplet of troubles and woes, even doom, Can be expected to appear, joined in a trio for despair. Bad luck, they say, unfolds in a three-act play, With prologue, conflict, and ending, a trinity of troubles predict, A superstitious claim and firm belief, that fate is...

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a poem for lyrics of pop song of same name Available on SoundCloud /maxburchett/again by Max Burchett Just between you and me, This is how it should be. I promise, I’ll be here. Think I always knew, It would be me and you. I promise, Never going to let you go. Turn the hands of time, Now I see it in your eyes. I know it will be...

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