Alfred Barna

Alfred Barna Poems

1. Vampire's Esmerelda 3/8/2013
2. Cinema Noir 3/8/2013
3. The Old Apple Tree And Dad 3/8/2013
4. Death 3/10/2013
5. Hidden Truths 3/16/2013
6. Home 3/16/2013
7. Staring At The Stars 3/17/2013
8. Before I Knew The World 3/25/2013
9. Beware The Men 3/31/2013
10. Blinded We Are 3/31/2013
11. Doctoring 4/3/2013
12. Sands Of Time 4/27/2013
13. You Are My Song 6/8/2013
14. Enemy Within 7/14/2013
15. I Just Need Some Water 7/16/2013
16. Hide And Seek (So People Forget) 7/18/2013
17. Laws Of Men 6/30/2013
18. Hope Into A Hole 1/27/2013
19. Wise Dumb 7/29/2013
20. Necropolis Technopolis 9/25/2013
21. Welcome My Son 9/30/2013
22. This World Is Fire 11/7/2013
23. Access Denied 12/8/2013
24. The Monster 12/12/2013
25. Just Enough Time 1/7/2014
26. Desire To Break Free 1/16/2014
27. Turning Away 2/1/2014
28. As If You Had To Ask 2/2/2014
29. Truth Is The Light 3/7/2014
30. Just Hold The Line 3/30/2014
31. The Battle Between 4/3/2014
32. Blinding Light 4/3/2014
33. Perfection 4/22/2014
34. Give Me The Breeze And The Bees 5/16/2014
35. The Ties That Bind 5/30/2014
36. Nuture Your Nature Instead 6/12/2014
37. Thoughts 7/31/2014
38. Pawn Or Thorn...Up To You 8/10/2014
39. The Chameleons 9/11/2014
40. Classes: Ruling, Fooling, And Drooling 9/21/2014
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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Vampire's Esmerelda

So sweetly, as the flower courts the honey bees with nectar
You're lifeblood beckons me close into your arms
As I screech into the night, you hear my forlorn whisper
Like the flutter of moths wings, gently coaxing the night air's embrace
I stand off in the distance and watch you
In your dealings with those who don't know how dear you are
Those who lie to you, cheat you, and indeed steal from you
Whereas I always am up-front an honest
Completely and unabashedly I stare into your s

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