Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

1. A Brief History Of Abstract Art 1/5/2015
2. A Chapter In The Life Of Imagination 11/19/2014
3. A Conflict With Athens 10/8/2014
4. A Fib Of Nothing 7/14/2012
5. A Haiku Of Chances 7/17/2012
6. A Haiku On Faith 5/1/2014
7. A Haiku On Love 11/30/2014
8. A Haiku On Uniformity In Diversity 5/3/2014
9. A Lover Akin To Bamboo 3/12/2015
10. A Paradox Of Truth 10/2/2011
11. A Prisoner Of Sobibor 3/1/2012
12. A Song Of Infinity 8/17/2012
13. A Tanka For Artist Gu Kaizhi 6/11/2013
14. A Tanka Of Eye Color 2/18/2013
15. A Tanka On Life 8/2/2014
16. Aborted Landing 4/27/2014
17. Absolute Irony 2/17/2012
18. Abstract For Kandinsky 11/24/2014
19. Absurd Breast Cancer Prevention 10/5/2011
20. Acrostic 5/3/2014
21. Acrylic Sight 10/5/2014
22. An Asymmetrical War 9/4/2014
23. An Enduring Enigma 3/28/2015
24. An Oak Wood Piano On Kristallnacht 10/10/2011
25. And She Said No To Her Lover 1/7/2013
26. Angel In Transit 10/9/2011
27. Apology To A Dandelion 6/30/2012
28. Armenia, Armenia 10/3/2011
29. Art And Reality 9/27/2013
30. Art Portals 3/7/2013
31. Atheism Compliments God 10/4/2011
32. Auschwitz Souvenirs 4/28/2014
33. Balkan Nightmares 6/8/2012
34. Batman Combats Oscar Wilde 10/4/2011
35. Beyond Our Cosmos 10/12/2014
36. Big Bang With Horizon Problem 10/15/2011
37. Black Tunnel With Light 10/25/2011
38. Blush 1/7/2014
39. By Act Of Legislation 10/4/2011
40. Camp Concerts 10/4/2011
Best Poem of Paul Hartal

Oranges And Grapes

Oranges and grapes refuse to grow in the cold.
Today I sing and dance, refuse to grow old.
Yet all the same, time is tyrant and ruthless,
Unfolds my wrinkling years, it is relentless.

Now and then the lots seem to be gentle and kind,
But alloyed with fate the somnambulist is blind.
Luck and fortuity might act as a soubrette,
Life spins our fate like roulette in a film set.

Still, let us drink to life, celebrate, and be glad,
Let us sing and dance today, refuse to be sad.
Oranges and grapes do not grow in the cold,
A warm wind ties ribbons to maple ...

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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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