Alfred Barna

Alfred Barna Poems

1. Money, Money, Money, Money 1/3/2014
2. Within Without, Without Within 4/12/2013
3. Wishing, Waiting, And Wanted 7/27/2013
4. Burned By What We Desire 3/8/2013
5. Am I Free? 4/26/2013
6. Wizard In Glass 1/28/2013
7. We Must Take The World 9/8/2013
8. Heaven Waits For Us Like Home 4/20/2014
9. The Goal Is Control 1/29/2015
10. Lab Rat 2/7/2013
11. Love Is Time Well Spent 6/18/2013
12. What Will Come To Pass? 9/14/2013
13. We Need Each Other 10/24/2013
14. Dancing In The Twilight 3/15/2015
15. Nursery Rhymes Of Malthus And Hegel 10/10/2014
16. Terror: Fear The Fear 11/2/2014
17. How Do You Build A Berg? 6/9/2013
18. Hope Into A Hole 1/27/2013
19. Sands Of Time 4/27/2013
20. You Are My Song 6/8/2013
21. Vampire's Esmerelda 3/8/2013
22. Cinema Noir 3/8/2013
23. The Old Apple Tree And Dad 3/8/2013
24. Death 3/10/2013
25. Hidden Truths 3/16/2013
26. Home 3/16/2013
27. Staring At The Stars 3/17/2013
28. The Holocaust Museum 3/25/2013
29. Before I Knew The World 3/25/2013
30. Beware The Men 3/31/2013
31. Blinded We Are 3/31/2013
32. Doctoring 4/3/2013
33. This World Is Fire 11/7/2013
34. Access Denied 12/8/2013
35. The Monster 12/12/2013
36. Wise Dumb 7/29/2013
37. Megalomania Blues 10/16/2013
38. Open Up Your Heart 10/24/2013
39. Necropolis Technopolis 9/25/2013
40. Welcome My Son 9/30/2013
Best Poem of Alfred Barna

Money, Money, Money, Money

I know I have the answers
I’m sure I have the cure
Immaculate cars, pretty dancers
That will thrill you right to the core
All your dreams will be fulfilled
And you’ll have friends, where you go
No matter how plain or unskilled
You will be the star of the show
It’ll take just a bit of money
Just like the sweetest drops of honey
Just a little bit of money
Money, money, money, money

You want some respect
You just like to feel revered
You want some loving aspect
You want to know that someone cared
You’ll find plenty of sycophants
Catering to ...

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Wizard In Glass

Encased in your tower, which no luxury can surpass
You manipulate your ant farm and you laugh
You control the real estate, currencies, oil and gas
You sit like Ramses and you tap down your staff
What kind of man places a bird in cages for him to sing?
Wondering why, they still sing on inside the throng
He thinks it is because of his power over everything
But the bird sings because he remembers freedom's song
The bird looks out from his prison, and chirps aloud

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