Derrick Puente Poems

Your silence impervious
What good do tears or pleas
My heart imperious
In truth men are enmity
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In inward conversation
Stagnant pools of dreams
Rummaging through thunder-
The lightning in between
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Distortion descends in this fatal haven
Palpable as an irreverent dream
Wisdom supreme, electric it seems
Go on then, I shall quote the raven
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He forced it on himself, like prejudice
Year by year it came
Strong and bitter
Never sweeter
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With vision trapped in honey and ashes in the mouth
Journey's always end, pointing artic south
Beginning with a footstep made on unsure ground
It only took a mile to find our two feet bound
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There you are pixled and framed
Like someone of ancient fame
On my wall and on my desk
All encompassing east to west
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Her face defined my youth
As the first buds of May do Spring
Around the banks of Summers' touch
Beneath the banks enthralled
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The chisel broke the mold
The marble fell away
Featureless the stone
Came alive that day
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There in the Spring causality struck
There in the virgin glory
Fumbling rains masked the sun
Until the vessels emptied
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The dagger thrust deep as first love
And I feigned for prosecution
Yet this is just reciprocity
Some call it the human condition
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