Max Reif

Rookie - 18 Points (1948 / OVER 400 POEMS SERVED! !)

Max Reif Poems

1. Google Pilgrimage Fiasco 4/7/2006
2. The Chair 10/23/2004
3. The Grounds Crew, Summer Of '76 (Revised) 2/22/2006
4. Seeing Griffy Run 10/2/2005
5. Love Letters In A Vault 10/6/2005
6. The New Moon 10/23/2004
7. The Gift 6/23/2005
8. Last Night And This Morning 6/23/2005
9. .16) Moving In 4/28/2005
10. On A Visit To St. Louis, My Home Town 6/19/2005
11. Where The World Came From 6/21/2005
12. Pilgrimage 6/22/2005
13. Poem Of Listening 7/2/2005
14. The Neighborhood (Revised) 8/13/2005
15. Poemhunter, Dropp In On Your Software, Fix The Bug! 7/28/2005
16. Teacher 7/11/2005
17. Memorial Day Riff In Downtown Oakland 6/3/2006
18. Looking Out The Window During Class 8/24/2006
19. At The Fast Food Restaurant 8/24/2006
20. Office Hope 10/14/2006
21. He Waits 11/26/2006
22. Art 11/26/2006
23. Dad's Holiday Riffs For The Kids 12/7/2006
24. Writer's Mission Statement 1/3/2007
25. How Can A Stream Of Thought On A Page Convey The Essence Of Multi-Dimensional Life? 1/3/2007
26. Perils Of The Open Sea 1/11/2007
27. Music History 1/15/2007
28. Poetic Journal,2/11/07 2/11/2007
29. Hickory Pit, Saturday,9 Am 3/3/2007
30. Creation 2/15/2007
31. To My Real Father, From The War Zone 2/16/2007
32. Law Of Accelerating Precision 3/3/2007
33. Inscrutable Border 4/7/2007
34. My Mountain 4/21/2007
35. Self-Identification By Process Of Elimination 4/26/2007
36. Kaiser Hospital, Walnut Creek 5/3/2007
37. Lover's Complaint 5/3/2007
38. (005june 2 07) Ode To A Poetry Anthology 6/2/2007
39. Trying To Write Poetry While Listening To Shit 8/12/2007
40. Wanderlove 8/12/2007

Comments about Max Reif

  • Jonathan Palley (1/21/2018 6:28:00 PM)

    Max has a gift in his honesty and his narrative skill. Reading his work uplifts my spirit and informs the sense that we are all on a journey. While he is a mystical poet there is a gritty honesty`that I admire.

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Angela Barker (9/19/2007 10:36:00 AM)

    Max Reif has a bit of magic in his pen.That magic drags the reader into a poem and feeds soul. Leaving them utterly sated when the poem is done.

  • Tara very irritated with PH injustice (8/13/2007 12:43:00 PM)

    Max. You continue to amaze and impress. Your poetry - and it is sheer poetry (and usually in motion) always inspires. I am grateful. t xxx

  • Amanda Lukas (4/26/2006 1:14:00 PM)

    I see that you've started numbering your poems. I haven't had much time to catch up on my reading lately, so I don't know when this numerical order began or exactly what it means. Perhaps, the numbered writings are ones in which you place higher confidence or pride? Are these the poems you wish for readers to pay special attention to?

  • Lori Boulard (3/20/2006 8:41:00 AM)

    Max, Max, Max. I have assumed for months now that I've expressed how much I love reading your work, and just now realized that I haven't on your site. Well, here goes. Everytime I see a new one by you I have to follow the white mouse and check it out. Whenever I need a quick poetry fix or food for thought, I often wander your way. And let's give a round of applause one more time for the high you gave us all by lending your voice to our work on acidplanet to bring our words to life! You are one of the most sincere, informative, and generous souls on this site, and it would not be the same without you! Keep up the good work, Dude. Now get back to writing.

  • Sofiul Azam (1/21/2006 11:10:00 AM)

    Yes, your poems show you are very much in the swim of things, which you feel deserve to be written about, and to be kind of presented to the world peopled by the cruel, as somewhat opposed to the famous Shakesperean dictum: we have to be cruel to be kind.

    Anyway, I shouldn't make things more complicated than they deserve to be; for I wonder whoever escapes the very turn of those unexpected things that bring the essence of life itself. And every writer expresses what he has got along the way, by adding the spices of art to his works, otherwise those couldn't have attracted the sort of attention we often can expect to find in a pin-dropp silence. Max, I respect your maturity, not because you are in the 50s, but because you have a mind that makes you think things out to a happy end. And, of course, you are not spiritually barren. So, I hope you will birth far better poems you have written so far, and read works by others as if you set to watch every heartbeat of others you will come across in the days to come. Keep it up for yourself and for all your well-wishers. Don't you think I should include myself in that list?

  • Joseph Daly (12/31/2005 9:06:00 AM)

    The ability of Max to plunge you into painful, hysterics or profound thought is this poet's greatest gift. Yet there is a thread that seems to run through his works and that is spiritualism (not in the occult meaning but as something; a faith, that is ever present) . Maxs' worldview shine through each line of his, yet he is never preachy, never dogmatic. He can be self depricatious as well as seriously projecting himself, at the same time.

    All this sound as if Max is practiced in multi skills. But Max is only versed in one approach and that is the Art of being Max.

  • Amberlee Carter (10/12/2005 7:10:00 PM)

    Often times when reading the words of Mr. Reif, I realize what is good and pure about poetry.
    Life, as it comes one step at a time for someone who truly knows how to observe a moment.
    This site is a better place because of his presence, I hope he continues to share his thoughts with us.

    Always,
    Amberlee Carter

  • Otteri Selvakumar Otteri Selvakumar (9/30/2005 8:41:00 AM)

    Great word's touch my heart that is MAX REIF poem's...

  • Linda Jenkinson (9/27/2005 9:40:00 PM)

    it is 2005...u are good...please continue...xxx

Best Poem of Max Reif

.34) Tone Poem: The Finale, 'Leonard Cohen — I'M Your Man'

He stands at the mic,
craggy faded eagle
in a grey suit, singing the verse
in a voice of smoke

surrounded by stark figures
black like spectres
from his own youth.

As he finishes,
the band picks up the chorus
and he stands there

smiling with his eyes
closed, just listening
and you feel his whole

life in that smile
and your life, too,

as though the silent
voice of the most beautiful
losers has given
birth to the whole world.

Read the full of .34) Tone Poem: The Finale, 'Leonard Cohen — I'M Your Man'

My Moment Has Come

A famous poet
comes to a big hotel,
and I'm there.

As she reads, I'm supremely
confident about showcasing
my talent for her in a little while.

Finally, she indicates us,

[Report Error]