Max Poems

PARAPHRASING MAX WEBER

           




Capitalism. It is what it is; 
Accurate and efficient ... 
Pity that humans 
egoistically little understand it ... 

Connivance can be pusilamine, 
But it's not a sign of weakness ... 
It is an option for the strongest! 

In politics, it is not used 
Just

For Beloved Pets Over

(written upon the death at age 14 of our beloved shih tsu Max
 on Aug. 11.)

Over ~
Over 
The Bridge 
   where they go
To verdant eternal forests 
  and fields, 
To run and leap free 
Without leashes, reigns or chains…
All heaven blessed 
With no hunger or thirst 
While waiting for us.

Ungratefulness To The 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.

Goodbye Max Goodbye

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

Dr Max MM Payne - Specializing in MILs

     pliers… scalpel… knife… 

       drat… I feel the pulse of life… 

          if not for my wife… 



     _______________________
      MILs = Mothers-in-Law

friendly to the max

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

Max is coming to spend the night

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

Max Learns from Science Class

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

Playing Max the Ax Video Game

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

Max the Wonder Dog

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

Grody to the Max

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,

Max the Coolest Sax Playing Cat

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

stare of steampunk Max

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,

The Compliment by Max Burchett

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

The Voyage by Max Burchett

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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