Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

1. Does History Progress? -new- 8/2/2015
2. The Hidden Value Of A Long Speech -new- 8/2/2015
3. Earthrise -new- 8/2/2015
4. Road And Labyrinth -new- 8/2/2015
5. Mother Of Success -new- 8/2/2015
6. Haiku On A Noble Goal -new- 8/2/2015
7. Eichmann's Shock -new- 8/2/2015
8. Obelisks 9/29/2011
9. I Dream The Dreams Of Shepherds 9/29/2011
10. My Life 9/29/2011
11. Talking Back To Parmenides 9/29/2011
12. Venus And Candor 9/29/2011
13. Piano Tunes 9/29/2011
14. Slanted Eyes (Yeux Bridés) 9/29/2011
15. Fear 9/29/2011
16. For Miklós Radnóti 9/29/2011
17. Weeds And Hyacinths 10/1/2011
18. Immortality 10/1/2011
19. Valentine's Day 10/1/2011
20. Woman With Train 10/1/2011
21. The Hiding God 10/1/2011
22. The Kiss 10/1/2011
23. Scarlet Flower 10/1/2011
24. Whispering Forest 10/2/2011
25. A Paradox Of Truth 10/2/2011
26. The Garden Of Questions 10/2/2011
27. Past And Present 9/30/2011
28. The Chestnut Tree (For Anne Frank) 9/30/2011
29. Like Old Wine 9/30/2011
30. Grandma 10/3/2011
31. Samurai Competition 10/3/2011
32. Painting For Hitler 10/3/2011
33. Meeting In Belsen 10/3/2011
34. Colors Of Silence 10/3/2011
35. By Act Of Legislation 10/4/2011
36. From The Secret Life Of Tuesday 10/4/2011
37. Atheism Compliments God 10/4/2011
38. The Sunset Splashes 10/4/2011
39. Change 10/4/2011
40. Batman Combats Oscar Wilde 10/4/2011
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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