Maxwell B Anderson

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I'll take a walk its 3am
through the city or the forest
Its late and I'm feeling lazy eyes again.
But if gets too late
...

So, this lothario, comedian,
(a cheating god) looks like
a sweetheart, and says
'I'll make you a star...
...

I love the way you drive
too fast
and I love the way you drive,
too slow.
...

when she sighs and takes
a breath
and takes the money
for the sex
...

I could be your 'time to spend'.
I could be your lovin' friend.
If only you'd 'let me in...'
...

Crystalline, jewelled eyes.
Turquoise blue or green.
dressed in toy baby clothes
bought at age seventeen.
...

7.

Hearing and dancing to
raindrops pelting my windows and roof
Then, screaming sirens wailing
too piercing to notice me taking a break
...

Warm tan, toasty brown.
Clear the red! Flashing Red.
Splashing pink and orange horizon.
Cool blue. Icy blue. Watery blue.
...

9.

A slice of moon, in the western sky.

A gentle breeze, tickles by.
...

And another plagiarised
sweat moment
fixated at
or with
...

Her clothes get uncomfortable
and she promises(silently, to herself)
to change her hair sometime.
'Might be some rain...'
...

Great big deaf forests; treated pine furniture.
Saw mills pulp mills
alleviate the overgrowth.
But something else.
...

If, its okay with you,
I'd like to try to kiss you
and then
Just hold your hand.
...

In the open orange Dawn
shines another brilliant hymn
not golden, yet still a dazzling jewel
in the distant crown.
...

It truly is amazing, sometimes
just what the body can endure
Prescriptions, restrictions, poisons
potions, remedies and cures.
...

I dont care for your
damning,
ritual,
'I told you soes', but I suppose
...

Daughters walk softly on broken
fish scales, my son,
Because leering bait-catcher fathers,
despair for seasonal caution
...

My burgundy trusts only me.
The walk near the trees and river
swaggering close to the carp fishermen
Whose Sunday afternoon is accompanied
...

In due course,
the movie that seems to be,
Your life, will come to 'The End'
and close.Or,
...

The warmth and light, Kiss
all the land, and
Raising up my comforting
hand, placing a disk
...

Maxwell B Anderson Biography

I'm a Poet...Just let me make your life a little more pleasurable.I was born to be a story teller and write.I am also a singer/musician.Most of the poetry posted by me are lyrics for songs or personal life experiences moulded into poems or imagery...)

The Best Poem Of Maxwell B Anderson

(be Nice To) Saturdays Children

I'll take a walk its 3am
through the city or the forest
Its late and I'm feeling lazy eyes again.
But if gets too late
I realise the sun's gonna be up soon.

There's a plane about to touch down;
and the shops are busy
starting for the day.
City streets are picking up the residue
from the parties and the emotion of the
beautiful winters night.

I might do another manic waltz in the dawn.
and pretend that I'm dancin with you.
Just because I can't see your face;
The evening's nearly over and
you know I'll be home soon...

The evening made us brave enough
to make love without fear to a stranger.
And angels watching overhead they are not
jealous, they're happy there's
something wonderful, to
herald for a change

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