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Crosses white, poppies red,
Remember how, remember when
Pale petals fell from blooming roses,
And padded paths where freedom goes.

Fierce fires doused a would be hate,
To quench dry hearts, yours and mine.
Their love and duty burned paper chains
That shackled in war time.

Wise eyes, bright minds, aged souls, young hearts,
Traded rockers for grassy beds;
Gave up gray for blue-black youth,
Now honored among our dead.

The rose that's guarded by the thorn,
Against the reach of many hands,
Does the same in all God's lands:
Yet still the life sap flows.

This time of year is here again,
But remember how, remember when
Canadian pulses played taps then.
Remembrance Day must never end.
Nov. 11th is Remembrance Day in Canada and the Commonwealth. Same as the American Memorial Day.
I'm fjord
the Lord
of Baltrusol
the invincible
king am I
of shores
cliffs
the mores
all knowing
seeing
scores have
lifted swords
in vain
seeking my death
effortlessly
I struck
them down
I wear my coat
of arms
proud on my
bare chest
I shall
remain
the undefeated
the king
I am
around
    town down a corner
turn at the stop sign
       left
see the new blush
          of rust Orange
high upon the top
                 limbs
leaves one breathless
           Fall....
Been a
Small player a
Bit part actor
One of the cast
In an off Broadway play

Been a
Smart *** a
wit less loser
One of the bell
bottomed long hairs

Been a
Lover cast
Aside useless
broken a piece of
worthlessness

Been a
Powerless
Where is
my next meal
Coming from beggar

And I've
Made it here
Where I grasped
saw seen realized
it's never been
About me

So I have
Been a
lifter up a positive
Force in this seemingly
hopeless universe

Since.
Seldom seen in the stew of Scranton skies
But there it is
a rubber band of fog  
smudged across black distance...
Myriad-multitudes
They are truly there
Each burning ball
gathered beyond my imagination
by the Moon Mother
Who scrubs the faces
of her little stars
Life is but a cruel, cruel maze
Of dead ends and nowhere lines
Prepare to hold tight
To the connection
Between your body
And your poetic mind

Off the tracks of life we stumble
The dice of love we tend to fumble
Thankful for another chance
Life is cruel but still we dance!
Traveler Tim
DEATH ON A ROAD WELL TRAVELED

So many are living
Who don't know what to give
So afraid of dying
And too afraid to live

Take a deep dive with me
Into my abyss
Somethings you never had
And some you will never miss

Come to the otherside
Where dreams are all faded
Nightmares are all the rage
And all the souls are naked
Life is not all fun and games
And now you feel jaded

Sanity is overrated
In a world that's gone insane
All that joy you had to have
And all you feel is pain
For once you must realize
Life is meaningless struggles
What brings it any joy
Is also its bane

M. N. R.
1 OCTOBER 2018

"We are all mad here"
Says the Cheshire cat
counting
the seams on the ceiling
rotations
of the blades of the fan
whirling
about centric focused up
around
outside of me I have to
because
I fear me I'm not all of you
me
the depressed trying to stay calm
amidst
chaos overwhelming angst
anxiety
I try zen meditate medicate *******
alone
ceiling seams eradicate thoughts
patterned
four by eight not well executed
not
meant to be so visible evident
eventual
I sleep sleep flawed tossing turning
onside
wish I slept face up sometimes
reclining
looming above not plaster  seams but
underside
daisies grass roots a granite slab
peace
or whatever comes after
this
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