My Poems

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Bio Poem: Max Reitan

Max
Who is intelligent, piercing, and fun
Who is brother of dan,
Who loves coding, playing the ukulele and reading,
Who feels inexperienced, hopeful, and excited,
Who needs sleep, the occasional burrito, and mind melting video games.
Who gives tea, compliments, and jokes,
Who fears crooked paintings, milk, and numbers other than 10,
Who would like to see every dog have his day
Who shares his sandwiches,
Who is a dork,
Who is a resident of Plymouth
Reitan

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'Ode to Peanut Butter' by Max Reitan

How I do love a peanut butter tastey
As if delivered straight from zeus
It seems you go well with any pastry
Or maybe even a bit of juice



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Sonnet: Max Reitan
"Sleep: the bane of time"
For in that darkness creeping thought

a broken light-switch of the mind

What else, should I have bought?

those social times when I was blind

Not sparks of dream

My eyelids itch, appearing light

Nor coffee steam

I cinch my mind of that same night

A gentle breeze across the flow

a soothing hand drawn forth

what happens on the morrow, i need not know.

and slowly forth a dream does waft

strike three the clock does toll
I still lay neath the fold.
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Free Verse Poem: By Max Reitan

'Insomnia'

While everyone sleeps, there is peace,
but my heart and head,
awake through the night,
steal that silence from me.

Why is it they can find such comfort?
Stop the wailing of a soul yet unfilled,
Keep it from thinking in circles
Better to ignore it, let it learn
It will stop crying in a while.
It always does.

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Terza Rima Poem: by Max Reitan
'Captain Pacard's Nightmare'

O great beyond, though teem of frontier's hope
thou, from whose silent emptiness springs fear
and thrusted, like frantic skiiers down a slope

Whose dreams you bring, we grasp so dear
exploring further humans creep,
is this to spite the gods to tears?

as frames of motion leap
selling stardust by the pound
is this the galaxy? how cheap.
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Slam poem: by Max Reitan

ying for yang, I walk with a line
between
ghetto slangers spin a nation of the mind
life is a labyrinth of dollars and cents
as we quest for creed,
through the fog so dense

mentally essentially you question me as most fly,
my shoes and clothes are most high
in prices.
looking past the mask to see me for who I am
scrutiny, deception, predispositions
If you'd just notice... you'd realize this was a slam.
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"I Am From" poem by Max Reitan
(Adapted by Levi Romero, inspired by George Ella Lyon)

I am from technology
from skype and doom
I am from the sheltered
Suburban and clean,
I am from the quaking aspen
The sturdy oak,
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.

I am from fish fry friday, and fixer-uppers
from Mark and Danny
I'm from working hard and losing track of time
and from bending the rules

I'm from sit up straight and stop fighting
and sharing and caring
I'm from sailing on Saturday
I'm from Plymouth and Norway
peach pie and lutefisk
From making a difference
developing new technology
the dull, inviting glow of a screen
in the living room.

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'Foreward Variation' poem - Max Reitan

I know this       5 Senses aren't the only means of understanding situation
                        there will always be absence of understanding
                        social imagination is a gift

I know this       once you start blaming yourself
                        be it the death of someone close, or a stranger
                        there's no turning back. Life isn't for dwelling.

I know this       Life is temporary
                        You have little time to leave your mark
                        You need to relish the ride
                         We need to recognize that we are
                         all humans, and interact without favor

We need to stop constantly moving
We need to sit still, and quietly ponder
We need to appreciate what we have, the moment

I know everyone is an individual
I know some are stubborn
I know, and I'm just fine with that

We need to forget worldly possessions and attachments
          we need to detach ourselves from politics
We owe it to ourselves to think critically
          And find a deeper meaning
Paint me non-sensical, paint me new-agey, paint me misunderstood
          I'm learning
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Haiku Trio - By Max Reitan

In sterile air
Frivelous scribblings on
The school clock ticks forth

I am stuck here, now
Learning bright new things for life
no experience

Torn between choices
The promise of the textbook
A frisbee flies by
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Naani Poem:
By Max Reitan

Ain't no reason
Things are this way
It's how they've always been
And they intend to stay
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"Misguided" by Max Reitan

My angry face is blue. 
I must put up a front How much of my anger was real 
And how much sadness
I see drawn eyes, too much marring,
Without the matching idea.
And however I imagine people,
I see as I have been seen,
Not radiant, but shining with hope.

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Max Reitan - Unnamed

One deadline
Like death with ribbons or
Pain with sprinkles,
A beautiful morsel for sadness and loss.
And I loved every moment, dared to feel

Triumphant at the beginning of my own impending doom.
And it was my own fault,
My own feet stepping on every ember of cautiousness.
And there is no such thing as
Wonderful enough.

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Unnamed - Max Reitan

Coming in stocked
brimming on all edges
The door seems miles away.
After wrestling with the stuff
we dragged home
I want more than a heater,
More than a bath and a cat on my feet.
And as I trudge closer to comfort
I look up at the stars
And feel indifferent

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"Rambo" by Max Reitan

The wanderer strolls
a once great beast.
He sits looking

across deli and shoe repairists
a quiet, troubled soul
redirected by a local policeman.

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"The picky monkey" by Max Reitan

Late afternoon.
protruding from a tree,
A peel shown yellow.
I snatched it for snacking.
picked, it was so disappointing
I left it as compost.

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