Ron Pate Poems

Our lives enslaved to predetermined courses of events, all leading to our conceived future. The natural order held by many as fate deciding how we meet, and how we love. It's born within our hearts and is our very soul..
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- Through the stratocumulus covered crystal blue.

-  Standing neath the midday sun shining high, so shall you.
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   When I close my eyes and begin to dream into the night it seems; I drift away and travel back in time, to a place with disfigured faces haunt me, draining me and stealing my time.
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    Each time the wind ruffles the leaves in the trees outside and a distant bird sings, I see your face and hear your name.

  As each day begins it's all I can do, to cope with your enduring farewell.

When the night sky appears I find 
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-Bugles sound charge and the drum plays, as pillows of white smoke unfolded while soldiers marched forward that early day. Rank and file were soon to fall, covered in
a blanket of blood red.
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Bitter silence, words of few
Lips sealed, never parting in view
Sweet pallets frozen in time
Heart in disarray until morn's dew
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In a meadow just down the road the green grass grows and feels like soft carpet neath ones steps.
And in that meadow a small brooke trickles the bluest of blue water and mimics the beautiful wild blue sky.
In a meadow just down the road the flowers bloom with a spectrum of color, almost as if a rainbow fell upon them.
And in that meadow a gentle breeze carries a sweet sound of a songbird singing delightfully amongst the swaying trees.
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Heard these words of a fate filled song so many times before, but never felt them as I did standing amongst the old and young, as the words poured down upon their souls like rain. The tears formed and rolled as if he'd only went home yesterday, not 35 years before.

The tour moves on
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Crystal clear drops falling from the night sky washing away a days residue and cleansing a soul. A soul strained, searching for new beginning opens it's arms reaching out for resolution and hope is all that is offered.
Piercing the night while a crystal rain beats down, mine eyes may never see what has been, for tonight a moonbow appears crossing horizon's dim light allowing hope to rise upon the wind and fill my heart once again.
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Days are long and the nights even longer as I bide my time to survive one more night without you;

as my thoughts of you wander I see the brightest stars in the sky, all of which cannot hold a candle to you;
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