Alfred Barna

Alfred Barna Poems

41. Necropolis Technopolis 9/25/2013
42. Nursery Rhymes Of Malthus And Hegel 10/10/2014
43. Nuture Your Nature Instead 6/12/2014
44. Of Inquisitions And Jihads 10/25/2014
45. Open Up Your Heart 10/24/2013
46. Pawn Or Thorn...Up To You 8/10/2014
47. Perfection 4/22/2014
48. Sands Of Time 4/27/2013
49. Staring At The Stars 3/17/2013
50. Stranded 1/14/2015
51. Terror: Fear The Fear 11/2/2014
52. The Battle Between 4/3/2014
53. The Chameleons 9/11/2014
54. The Goal Is Control 1/29/2015
55. The Holocaust Museum 3/25/2013
56. The Monster 12/12/2013
57. The Mortal Immortals 12/1/2014
58. The Old Apple Tree And Dad 3/8/2013
59. The Ties That Bind 5/30/2014
60. This World Is Fire 11/7/2013
61. Thoughts 7/31/2014
62. Truth Is The Light 3/7/2014
63. Turning Away 2/1/2014
64. Vampire's Esmerelda 3/8/2013
65. We Can'T Disappear 12/5/2014
66. We Must Take The World 9/8/2013
67. We Need Each Other 10/24/2013
68. Welcome My Son 9/30/2013
69. What Will Come To Pass? 9/14/2013
70. Wise Dumb 7/29/2013
71. Wishing, Waiting, And Wanted 7/27/2013
72. Within Without, Without Within 4/12/2013
73. Wizard In Glass 1/28/2013
74. Wizards Of The World 9/26/2014
75. You Are My Song 6/8/2013
76. You Say 6/13/2015
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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Lab Rat

I have become a lab rat in a maze
The latest fad and the latest craze
Tracking me from the beginning to the end
Every step I take and around every bend
Based upon principles I cannot see
A hint or two are set before me
A titillating show of smile, a veil of breast
Leads me to where I go and where I rest
All the while I have not moved a single inch

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