Barry Van Allen Poems

Can't call it day,
can't say it's night,
on one hand it's not dark enough,
on the other, it's not light.
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He was a teacher,
but, I wonder if he taught me,
or I learned, against my will,
what he intended?
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People blubber and they babble,
it is sad to say, but true,
about the dumbest things,
that mean exactly nothing.
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I am an ordinary working man,
a peon, whose been pissed on quite enough,
an asset to the company,
who has been sat upon enough...
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She makes sugar seem sour,
her gaze is amazing,
she is ' one heavy lady ',
and I mean it that way.
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Dreams run straight away,
and I keep chasing them,
I have only caught a few,
but, they were good ones.
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I think somebody has to do it,
and it's not ' U.S. ' this time,
there are others that are capable,
- - - and won't !
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He loved working for the State,
because the money was just great,
he knew the project could and should be done,
in less than half the time.
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This day is not a happy one,
like others we have known,
this day has not been good to us,
we are separate and alone.
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Today retains it's glitter,
while the clouds have blocked the sun,
each life is just experiment ...
... a journey just begun!
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