Barry Van Allen Poems

Some say that I'm extreme,
'Cause I think the one,
that fondled 8 year olds,
should lose his hands for that...
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I thought that people might wake up,
... apply their brains to what they've seen,
I forgot that they were human beings,
... and will only see in front of them.
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The Maker's view

Is this the calm before the storm,
or the storm before the calm?
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I just watched a man kick from 49,
with the season on the line,
after a hard fought playoff game,
... in overtime!
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We just don't ask ourselves,
the proper kind of questions - - -
... It's not ' If we can? ',
... It's not ' If we will? ',
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She was zooming down the highway with a phone stuffed in her ear,
and she knew nothing of the accident she caused,
the destruction in her wake,
was in her mind, inconsequential,
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July early day as the sun greets the morning,
in an old rusted Ford swamped with dew,
after all of my reaching to catch the young bird,
I held her, then southward she flew.
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That day long past,
was overcast,
the snow made white the ground,
that silent city held no pity,
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She is over, she is gone,
I must be off, to carry on,
I must be leaving,
as the trees will do in autumn.
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She is the mother of my current attitude,
and she's allowed to hate me,
... because I ran away from her,
- - - but, you can trust me when I say,
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