Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

1. Obelisks 9/29/2011
2. I Dream The Dreams Of Shepherds 9/29/2011
3. My Life 9/29/2011
4. Talking Back To Parmenides 9/29/2011
5. Venus And Candor 9/29/2011
6. Piano Tunes 9/29/2011
7. Slanted Eyes (Yeux Bridés) 9/29/2011
8. Fear 9/29/2011
9. For Miklós Radnóti 9/29/2011
10. Weeds And Hyacinths 10/1/2011
11. Immortality 10/1/2011
12. Valentine's Day 10/1/2011
13. Woman With Train 10/1/2011
14. The Hiding God 10/1/2011
15. The Kiss 10/1/2011
16. Scarlet Flower 10/1/2011
17. Whispering Forest 10/2/2011
18. A Paradox Of Truth 10/2/2011
19. The Garden Of Questions 10/2/2011
20. Past And Present 9/30/2011
21. The Chestnut Tree (For Anne Frank) 9/30/2011
22. Like Old Wine 9/30/2011
23. Meeting In Belsen 10/3/2011
24. Colors Of Silence 10/3/2011
25. Samurai Competition 10/3/2011
26. Painting For Hitler 10/3/2011
27. By Act Of Legislation 10/4/2011
28. From The Secret Life Of Tuesday 10/4/2011
29. Atheism Compliments God 10/4/2011
30. The Sunset Splashes 10/4/2011
31. Change 10/4/2011
32. Batman Combats Oscar Wilde 10/4/2011
33. Camp Concerts 10/4/2011
34. Until We Meet Again 10/5/2011
35. The Dancer Of Melody Palace 10/5/2011
36. Postmodern Light 10/5/2011
37. The Searcher 10/4/2011
38. Lilac Blouse 10/4/2011
39. You Are Not The Wind 10/5/2011
40. How The Revolution Started 10/5/2011
Best Poem of Paul Hartal

Democracy Vs. Dictatorship

The kangaroo ordered an orange juice.
The crocodile preferred a cup of coffee.
Holding the Party Paper, Edition Zoo,
The hyena opted for his downy dream,
A white vanilla ice cream.

“The president is corrupt and wicked
And his whole bungling government,
Is reprobate and totally incompetent.
They should resign without delay”,
Said the kangaroo.

“Well, perhaps he exaggerated,
But as long ago Voltaire stated,
'I disagree with what you say,
But I will defend to the death your right
To say it’”, uttered the crocodile.

“Although it seems...

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Obelisks

Let me remember old trails
Let me weep over lost loves
They are all the same love
But different

Let me remember old trails
Cherry trees along muddy roads
And ancient obelisks
They are now so different

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