Pensively, with pen in hand
I seek to speak this heart’s demand
In verses vetting no avail
Dispersed through endless paper trails
The flames of amorous subdue
Proclaimed in clamor since imbrued
In rumination brewing long
From luminescent springtide song
Frustrations thrust upon this mind
Soon turn to dust all in due time
As lost laments gather to die
‘Til one day come a weather eye
In search of words to mend the wound
Unearths the tome that tends this tomb
These tales eternal then retold
In vales of vernal life once known
For all things past must yet return
As falling glass from stardust spurned
I Prefer Not To.
Max, or Not 
Reblogged this on Let it come from the heart and commented:
Fantastic poetry
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Thank you so much for the reblog! I appreciate your kindness and consideration. -Max
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Wow, you are a mixture of Shakespeare, Longfellow, and one or two other poets. You skills!! Keep it up!
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Reblogged this on RamJet Poetry and commented:
Max never fails to amaze
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Dennis, I am not deserving of the kindness which you always extend to me. I genuinely appreciate everything you do. Thank you for your consideration in spite of my capriciousness.
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Nonsense my good man, it is my pleasure. You are an amazing poet.
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