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Tom Valle Poem
The Hall
My hands know
the one thing i live for.
Daily a journey
towards the endless steps
never enough. My eyes
weigh more than any weight
Yet, my hands reach,
for they know the steps
of many ends
and other lives
I have lived
for the stone steps to turn
inwardly
Wth each day
I write my name backwards
and wait
Thomas George Valle
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A Minute In The Mind Of A Poet
this work was done,a death view of paradise
& probably not the end, of it last night
(what a magnificent day, i said to myself
"fine" everyone i know your draught, savant
i regard all of you, their are no lives that
rebuff, their own uninterested day or night
of self-love, a movement to wail, into space,
moments to argus pine there time
as far as i can see a trimmer of seconds
i don't live to isobront my speech, nor
egest my words, while sleeping on a bed of
fasten coexistence, with a whitesmith
to mold my disparage, not me, not i, not
overweening, nor self-indulgance with
idiolatry---
aspermation, grasping, meekness
introspection of my soul.....
Thomas George Valle
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Tom Valle Poem
Yuma
Large field of corn
Surround the small town
The smell of a cattle feed
The smell of the pig farms
Hi way 34 runs through
Train tracks and dogs
Howling to the sound of
Shaking in the local trailer
Main Street full of kids
Country town, life
Pick up full of farm boys or
Left off at the local store
To spend the hard earned money
From days of toil in bean fields
Sending money back to their
Wives and kids in Mexico
Well somewhere one hundred
Fifty miles away Denver
Rich fat cats eat steak, and
Welcome to the American
Pedro, jose, maria, billy
And lets not forget Wanda Sue..
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Universal Time
trees stand as guards
somewhat staggered afar
every brown branch silent
near but not disturbed
somewhere large needle cones
passing through a tunnel
and someplace a calm lake
curling waves pounding shorelines
survived silence above paths
and uncovered tracks
i fall
branches rustle in the wind.
None
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