Patrick Dumas

Rookie (August 1,1985 / Milford, CT)

Patrick Dumas Poems

1. War Lord 6/29/2007
2. To The Lake 6/29/2007
3. Mother To Son 7/11/2007
4. Auburn Sun 5/20/2011
5. Abandoned Cemetery 5/20/2011
6. A Gypsy Peers Through Her Crystal Ball 5/20/2011
7. Forgotten Dreams 5/20/2011
8. The Burning Dream 5/20/2011
9. Back To The Start 7/12/2011
10. Open Your Eyes 7/20/2011
11. A Chance Of Seasons 10/24/2011
12. Empty Silhouette 10/24/2011
13. Birth In The Desert, Death At Sea 10/25/2011
14. Empty Grave 12/6/2011
15. The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner 7/11/2007
16. Free River 5/20/2011
17. The Burning Sun 5/20/2011
18. Autumn Love 5/20/2011
19. Cold War 5/20/2011
Best Poem of Patrick Dumas

Cold War

Ice cycles hung from my nose
hands were stuck to my gun; froze.
All alone in a storm of white
couldn't tell day from night.
Then a warm feeling pierced my heart,
a sniper hit his mark.

Warmth followed by sweat.
Reached for life
but life let go.
So defined is the red blood
in the white snow.
Asking the lord for my mothers presence.
Scenes of life showed me my blessings.

The soldiers blood was warm
in the belly of the trench.

The storm made a good casket.

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Auburn Sun

Holding a train rail is like loving you-
I hold you so tight, you shake me through.
I know the train’s comin’, but know not when
I’ll hold on to the rail until then.

Looking at the moon, do you see it too?
There’s a cold wind that blows right through.
This field is empty where we once laid,
the stars burn cold beneath the shade.

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