"maxine" poems
There's no one mean as mean Maxine,
She smells like old cigars,
her brain is smaller than a bean,
I wish she'd move to mars.
Some day I'll list the things I hate,
And that is where I'll list her,
I'd like pack her in a crate
Too bad Maxine's my sister.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
young lovers enthralled
in a passion that can
melt the deepest
Alpine snow cap
announce an intention
to join as one
till death do you part
the elders smile
at the audacity of
your grandiloquent
proclamation
youthful optimism
expressing pollyannish
sentiments born
of wistful hope
yet to learn the rules
of the vows of matrimony
and the endless sweet labor
required to keep it alive and well
thus i pass on this sage advice
when the baby cries at night
when the car won't start
when the rent bill is due
and you find yourself
a bit short
i wish you love...
when the cupboard is bare
and the desire to satiate
swelling hunger pangs
is overwhelming
i wish you love…
when you find yourself travelling
through roads that are
unfamiliar and foreboding
when you are hopelessly lost
in the darkest reaches
of the Black Forest
i wish you love…
as you grow as individuals
straining your relationship
when in laws become outlaws
and the pulls and pushes
of family and friends becomes
unfamiliar and misunderstood
i wish you love…
when resentments and insecurities
conspire to undermine trust
when greener pastures
pose a mirage of better things
i wish you love…
when oversight and neglect
leave you empty
when the luster of the
edelweiss bloom fades
when exasperation melts
the Alps greatest glacier
flooding everything you have
when the untended furnace
doesn't fire and the last
log is consumed
be patient
be diligent
be expectant
be kind
hold on to it
believe in it
practice it
trust it
may it bind you
in a perfect circle
and all your fondest
hopes and wishes
will be yours
i wish you love…
Stevie Wonder
Signed Sealed Delivered
Salutation for
Engagement Party
Maxine Lintel and
Glendon McCallum
Munich
11/29/13
jbm
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 12:09 PM UTC
19/4/13 12.01am
Like fragile bubbles, children fly
so swiftly as we set them free
between the earth and cloudswept sky
with colours swirling magically.
I watched my sweet boy go to war
so sad-eyed, in his uniform
his colours darker than before
like greying clouds before a storm.
Go carefully into the fray
beloved boy, return to me
all I can do is wait and pray
as once again, I set you free.
*Inspired by a scene from BBC1's The Village, in which Joe (Nico Mirallegro) was about to return to
the front line in WW1 and his mother Grace (Maxine Peake) had been showing very poignant hints of
the fear she felt for his survival in the trenches.*
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 7:10 PM UTC
House ***** robot falls into the finger table
Aluminum; G:H:B snake, but against his written
Giovanni Glory celebrated the wedding feast;
RISD had melting advertising eating Standard 2, p.
Bettie's dog is under the bread and full;
Christine, in the course of Einstein's
Peter was greatly perplexed as to what the pride
of not angels, scattering of the angels, at 2
that he conquered, and the temple at the social body;
The first is access to the Master, Maxine,
the Author
The first gift of religious property in men
which is something, and the more so to live
is the finger of the country of the; But one thing;
he won't have to buy any form; publisher from the East
and North, where the Mountain Wilderness;
They are not in the desert, and the need
for human rights and fundamental to the gift shop
will not; The holiday break will be in front of the Furnace,
BREAKFAST first among women and the captain
crammed
beside the loud speaker; The wars and primary
education, about what it is, will World Government
of World 1
World War Christmas
and church patrons; Bob champions home
glory reform; One stream is that as the Ocean
shows the family insanity
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC
*inspired by the performances of Maxine Pearce & Nico Mirallegro in BBC1's The Village,
this is from the point of view of a mother to a son who has to go to war*
01.20am, 30/4/13
Wherever life may send you
However far away
May light beings befriend you
Angels, to light your way
Four angels for protection
To guard the path ahead
Three more for introspection
To drive out fear and dread
May archangels placate you
And sanctify your dreams
May love illuminate you
However dark life seems.
Wingbeating high above you
To guide you on your way
The angels and I love you
A little more each day.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
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Cela a commencé comme un simple vision dans ma tête .comme je l'imagine la plupart le font .Il est spécial pour moi que parce que mon inspiration robe de mariée courte vient de ma propre relation .Comme une famille de militaires .nos racines sont là où nous avons planté nos pieds .Cela change souvent dans cette situation .Accueil devint où nous nous sommes retrouvés .aussi longtemps que nous étions ensemble .C'est cette notion romantique qui m'a gardé à la terre et est le même que celui qui a inspiré ce tournage .Parfois .tout ce que vous avez vraiment besoin est amour robe ceremonie fille ( et quatre murs ) pour être vraiment «maison».
L'équipe réunie pour ce tournage était tout simplement incroyable .C'était comme des étoiles alignées et tout était comme nous l'avions espéré dans le processus de planification .
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Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
The new ruse: presidential psychosis
an impartial and swift diagnosis
as you trump-up the charge
but the sign is writ large:
twenty-twenty TRUMP/PENCE the prognosis.
Corrupt psychiatric inspection
serves to further a facile detection:
presidential unfitness.
(But God is our witness;
you're mad 'cause you lost the election.)
As you slander the president's sanity
you exhibit your own inhumanity.
I would urge all you losers
and lying accusers
to listen to Savage and Hannity.
In your desperate drive to impeach
you would grasp what is out of your reach.
The infernal machine
steered by crazy Maxine
makes a nasty mechanical screech.
The Democrat narrative flounders
while our nation's own hateful confounders
promote red revolution
mob-rule as solution
insulting the faith of the Founders.
Though the state-sponsored media lie,
our beleaguered republic must try
to transcend inhumanity;
quell the insanity.
(Both wings are needed to fly.)
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 7:46 PM UTC
well
look over yonder
there's
miss daisy
wearing that same old
red and white
polka dot dress
looking like
them
big Jersey cows
oh yeah
that
big old heifer
stronger than a blue ox
well
i
saw her
wrestle 6oo lb alligator
and
knock out
a full-grown bull
oh hi... miss daisy
well
i
saw her scratching
her big old behind
on an old piece of tree stump
while
strolling up
the
old dirt road
go to
the
big church house
for
choir practice
with
church lady
sister Maxine Gwendolyn Brooks
anyway
miss daisy
knows
deep down
in
her
heart of hearts
that
she
going straight to heaven
like seven eleven
when
she says
i
am
goin' up yonder
and
up over
them hills
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC
"Unh...This is not like...unh...life as we know it, is it?" - Maxine
I know what you mean, Maxine,
this is not like life as we know it,
but that's only because
life as we know it
is not like
life as it is.
Nov 21, 2010
Nov 21, 2010 at 2:02 AM UTC
Sometimes I often wonder what life brings
When your heart no longer wants to sing
Some days I think deeply and wonder why
I no longer laugh and all I ever do is cry
Wounds never seem to heal scarred forever
Is this my life for real with no endeavor
I am a pebble on this empty beach
Battered by the waves filled with grief
My crying heart screams out in agony
Sadness what spell have you cast over me
I am a shadow of my former self
Yesterday's happiness sitting on the shelf
I stare off into this night of misery
Will I live again to taste calm seas
Ripples of waves flow to the shore
May I touch love's kiss once more
Thanks Maxine. Maxine is a poet I collaborated with on another site. Maybe she will join here now :-)
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC
You will Never find Nobody like Me
Im the only Maxine Rife like theres only one William Shakespeare
You will Never find Nobody Like Me
Im the only one that was hurting when no-one Understood You and Me
You will Never find Nobody Like Me
Im the only one that can make you feel the way I do when were alone, how you and I love each other
You will Never find Nobody Like Me
But I want to ask you something? How can you hurt someone that trusted you?
And like i said you will Never find anyone Like Me
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC
John David Washington Ave.
Suspended.
It tastes like violet.
Cloudy.
Renaissance and headed towards.
The Maxine.
Mountain only spitting globes.
Of parted jacket.
Faulty.
Leaving electric glass behind.
Though it's eyes.
No weaving of inner fuchsia.
Collected, only slept in yesterday's clothes.
Garrett Johnson.
Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 4:47 PM UTC
The special
Agent Fat lip
The Happy Man
1-2-3-4 Cut huge
Lip- 4 Action
TVor RV trailers
Gold finger on his
dinners set
((Step Beyond))
Honeymooners
((Chippendale -Moonshiners))
X-men slip up lip
Love their
ladies lips
4-Max I phone
Late bloomers
Bunked into
God Amen
Like a rich soul
Tentative I millions
The curiosity
killed the
Old Meiser Goat $
He had
Italian horns
Maxine's lips burned
The Will-Smith
Wild West
College girls
of Sorority
Love of
the Venus
I beg you to
make money
Maxine's lips
of Men to charge
Of Mars money
turned minus
Varsity loves Visa
Max is the man
Going once to
Bottom lip
ten million
Mona Lisa
Multitasking
Never smiling
Secret lips slant
Italiano Piza
So why would she
even
shred his French
lady onions?
The British tea
party
Alice went
money maddocks
Bitcoins bird flocks
Mr. Smart money hand
Why the wrong man
Getting Stuck
Mr. Bull **** Buck
The Agent double
007
Agency lifted
money 666
Smiles of
sanity
No-one was pure____
((Olive Oil))
Minds 14 karats
money or nothing
Pots and pans
Chicks 4 free
The Millions of madmen
Cigarette lady revenge
Maxine's lips
was counterfeit
Her biggest fan the
Pure one virginity
Gave her most
freedom serenity
Dutchess master plan
Gucci men lips
found guilty
Red be hearted
fanlight
Max I-million wanted
to get out of the heat_____$$$
His stubborn
partner
in crime big loss
Her vivacious lips
Tangled web trillions
He was ******
I cannot believe
it's not butter
Spreadsheets
The maid's swept
up the cash
millions went in
her mother's trash
Maximum
Overdrive
Belle Sacrifice
yourself
Respect
yourself
Ringing the
Ben Frankin
singing bell
Aretha
Max line 4 Bella
The lip sign summit
Nickname ****
The Darkman
yellow taxi
Max, I million ended
up in Hawaii
To the max extinct
Nowhere near
basic instinct
Lips leopard impact
Cigarette lady making
Diamond rounds
Bulletproof purse
Max, I million
Explosive words
Is she and his
money
flames
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
I have never felt as close to you as when home died holding my hand
Amidst flannel sheets and goose down comforters
Your memory waded through the Pacific to me
Finally finding the truth in absence
It ******* hurts
Murky skied nights write poems in dark water
Leaving the stars to fend for themselves
Like orphaned children waiting for death to spin the wheel backwards
Trick time to get one more day
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
I wear a paper crown and a blanket as a robe
I bare my big front teeth with a grin
My voice echoes when I roar
My feet stomp carelessly, shaking the floor
I am not a king, possibly a prince?
I am wild and unruly and untamed
I am loud and rude and mean
Yet my fur is soft and my heart is clean
I am Max - or Maxine
King - or prince
of the Wild Things
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 2:24 AM UTC
they always said writing would help
and it does
but i'm not talking to you
i'm facing a piece of paper
which starts me off somewhere...
so dear dad,
how have you been?
still sober?
still raising her children?
still blaming all of your life's misfortunes on me?
how am i doing?
i'm doing alright
i get sad at night
when i'm alone
and i think of all the things you've said
and then everything is piled up in my head and i can't hear anything but your voice
your coy, manipulative, voice
if only you would have known how wrong you were
when you said i'd never make it in the real world
or find somebody to love me
or be happy
you see, i listen to the songs we used to listen to in the car while i drive
but at least i'm driving
and when i lay in my girlfriend's arms i get scared of how vulnerable i'm being
but at least i don't have a wall up
and i still hurt myself in more ways than one
but at least it's not as bad as it was
and i still see your face when i look in the mirror
but at least i have individuality and i'm molding myself to be better than you
and i still think about the night that i was assaulted in your home, and i know you heard me scream "NO, NO, NO"
but at least i still have respect for myself
and i still ponder on the thought of ending my life whenever i remember you handing me your pocket knife
but at least i'm still alive
and i still think about when you said i'd never have friends and i'd be all alone once i was dead
but at least i make a social effort
while you don't speak to your children
and granted i don't make an effort to speak to you
but it's because you are wrong
in every thing you say
and in every thing you do
you are wrong
in the way that you laid your hands on me
or in the way that you watched as so many others did
you are wrong
in that i am alone
because i am not
you are wrong
in that i'll never find happiness
because for once in my miserable life i realize when the sun is shining and the birds are chirping
you are wrong
when you say that i'm going to hell for loving
because right now i feel like i'm in heaven
you are wrong
when you say that no one will ever love me like you
because i now know that a father doesn't treat me like you
but at least...
i know you are wrong
and that is all of the gratification that i need to be done with you and this letter
so i sign this saying, you are wrong, but at least... i am strong.
- Maxine
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
Haunted by hate of your president,
you froth as you rage like a demon;
setting a dangerous precedent
urged on by the likes of Don Lemon.
Your sinister soul is now evident
and the hatred you spew is obscene.
You have swilled, with the thirst of a malcontent
vicious words from the well of Maxine.
You're possessed now by hate of your president,
while the minions are taken to task;
you dismiss every mob as a non-event—
but we see you behind the dark mask.
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 9:01 AM UTC
I don't have much to offer, no money in the bank,
Barely have enough to put gas inside my tank.
Seems every time I gather, a 'savings' in some way,
Something always happens to take it all away.
I don't drive a fancy car, it would not turn your head,
It’s only a rollscanhardly no further words need said.
Seems every time I drive it, another piece falls off,
And every time I start it, it sputters and it coughs.
Seems every time I make a move, I get rid of more and more,
The things I don't want to carry with me through the next door.
But this I say while traveling light these things I don't desire,
For excess money will only serve to fan the demon fire,
The place in which I lay my head, is with Maxine my wife.
She creates more than I can say and brightens up my life.
It's not all of the treasures that you build upon this earth,
That brings a person happiness, and feelings of self-worth.
It's living life the simple way and helping when you can,
Do what you can for others, be it woman or a man,
Share what you have inside you, be gentle and be kind,
Heal a heart that's broken, and I guarantee you’ll find.
The simple things in life are free, and love comes without a cost,
Don't build up treasures on this earth, where souls get trapped and lost,
Do what you can for all you can, with all you have to give,
From where you are inside yourself, allow your HEART and SOUL to live!
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
How I feel right now doesn’t matter.
‘Cause I’ll say I’m ok.
Yet still I’m wondering why do you love me?
It feels... I feel so out of place.
I know you’re looking for answers lovie
But I don’t know what to say to you.
I’m holding, dearly, my bad emotions.
Last night in the shore we killed that scene.
Whatever I was feeling it.
Now my alarm clock wakes from the dream
And reality’s back, I gotta deal with it.
All of these strangers became new friends.
New stories wrote with old pens.
Same picture seen with a new lens.
But that was only for the weekend.
Drunk nights get remembered more than sober ones.
I just can’t remember how the night begun.
Order up, I don’t know from where these drinks came,
But I know that I remember those strippers by their real names.
Jody? Maxine?
It’s all the same, they were pawns in my fantasy.
Damn….did I say that?
I’m just lost and I’m tryna find my way back.
But instead I found my way into your bed
Now I’m thinking about everything you whispered in my head like
“I been searching for you my whole life.”
“I think I wanna be your wife.”
And none of that even computes.
I can’t imagine me settling down, laying the roots.
I gotta slip out of here before
You wake up and read the note I left on your drawer.
‘Cause I know you’ll be full of questions
And I’ll have to be real and give you my confession
That I know you’re looking for answers lovie
But I don’t know what to say to you.
I’m holding, dearly, my bad emotions.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
There were twenty women and fourteen men
From the wreck on that tiny spit,
Lost in that mighty ocean, just a
Mile was the most of it,
There were pigs galore from a previous crew
Who’d been wrecked some years before,
And plenty of veg, they fished from a ledge
Jutting out, and over the shore.
So in time the fourteen had paired them off
And it left, forlorn, the six,
There wasn’t a single partner left
For the girls to scratch their itch,
So they huddled up and began to plot
How to thin out the ranks of those
Who took up the men that were meant for them,
They started by shedding their clothes.
There were naked ******* that they thought would test
The men in the rival camp,
Would lure them off in the undergrowth
To lie where the earth was damp,
And it worked for some, though the men returned
To the partners they chose before,
‘The only way that they’re going to stay,’
Said the six, ‘is to go to war.’
Charmaine was found in a grove of trees
With her face, all covered in blood,
And Derek didn’t seem too displeased
He latched onto Maxine Flood,
But the thirteen said, her blood was red,
And they looked askance at the five,
‘We need to arm, and raise the alarm
If we’re going to stay alive.’
But a dozen died in the camp that night,
The soup had given them cramps,
Eleven woman had taken flight
And the one old man, called Gramps,
That left a surplus of thirteen men
And the women numbered seven,
‘There’s not enough to go round,’ they said,
But the women were in heaven.
The six bereft of the men were left
To mumble and scheme and plot,
‘We need to **** at least six of them,
Whether we want, or not!’
So late at night in the pale moonlight
There were shadows abroad in the trees,
And before the dawn, the six had gone,
Beaten down to their knees.
There were six and six, you would think it fixed,
In a year they’d be in hell,
For two of the girls lay down, were nixed
Gave birth, in a winter spell,
The men denied said they had their pride
And attacked their mates of yore.
But somehow managed to **** all three,
So now there were three and four.
‘We’ll keep the fourth in reserve,’ they said,
‘In case of a sudden death,’
But Maxine Flood was in no such mood
Though she sat, and she held her breath,
They made her fish and they made her cook
While she worked upon her wish,
And when just one of the men was gone
She fed them puffer fish.
‘Now there’s only you, and there’s only me,’
She called, when he wandered back,
Staggering into the camp, he said,
‘I’ve been in a shark attack!’
His arm was missing, he bled right out,
And died in front of her eyes,
While Maxine Flood had rolled in his blood
And cried to the empty skies.
David Lewis Paget
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC
You sit in a chair opposite
The psychiatrist; he sits
Forward, his hands in prayer
Mode, his chin resting there,
His eyes focusing on you.
When can I leave? You ask.
Once you are well, Maxine.
I am well, you reply, leaning
Forward, I want out of this
Madhouse. The psychiatrist
Leans back taking his hands
With him. We need to find
What made you do things,
He says. Do things? What
Things? Suicide attempts,
He says calmly, slit wrists,
Overdose. You stare at him,
Take in his baldness, his thick
Lenses glasses. What do you
Know of things, you mutter.
States of mind are states of
Mind…you shrinks always
Have to search for meanings
Behind things. There is a pause.
He looks at you; you can sense
His eyes trying to feel their
Way inside your brain. You
Look away around the room.
Certificates on the walls, his
Probably. Photographs on his
Desk; family, kids, wife, smiling.
Comfortable. Bourgeoisie.
We do get well, Maxine. Takes
Time, but they do it, he says softly.
You look at his lips moving; think
Lips. You wonder what his wife
Feels when those touch hers.
You have made some progress,
He says, I’ve seen elements of
You making positive moves
Forward. Medication helps.
You notice he has a gold tooth,
It seems to glitter in the light.
However, we need to find the
Casual factors, Maxine, he states,
Leaning forward again, his hand
Picking up a pen, twisting it.
He has hairs in his nose, a few
Protrude. Why you tried to slit
Your wrists or tried to OD. Did I?
Your voice says. Me? There is
Dandruff on his dark coat.
Snow like. Your neighbour
Found you, he says, holding
The pen in both hands. She was
Most concerned. I hope so, your
Voice mutters. You stare at the
Photograph of his family; his wife
Has a sickly smile. Your mother
Smiled liked that, you remember,
When she strangled your pet cat.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 3:41 AM UTC
My first memory,
Our dog, Maxine
Trying to jump up on to my changing table.
She couldn’t breathe,
She was laughing so hard.
It was Take your daughter to work day.
She got to peer from the side of a Skyscraper
And imagine what all the people were doing
And imagine Herself grown up
And doing important things too.
Her parents were split up
But when She turned eight they spent the day together.
They went to the restaurant She liked and
Visited the Smithsonian.
They all laughed at dumb jokes
And She went to bed feeling warm.
When She was in Middle School
She didn’t like her parents anymore.
She went to a sleepover with strangers
And watched Titanic and made a friend.
It felt like how the teenagers must have felt
In the movies.
Before She left She felt like a kid again.
Not the same, but with the same potential,
Peering ahead at life’s possibilities.
She got drunk with Her friends and
Laughed and recounted all of the
Beautiful nights.
I sit and I try to remember
All of the times I was happy.
Then I feel all of the weight
Of my entire history
The past that is gone
And the future I can’t achieve
Plundering like sand through my hands.
How dare she be allowed to laugh?
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC