Paul Hartal Poems
|321.||Why Tears My Love?||10/8/2011|
|322.||Why The Snow Melts||10/12/2012|
|323.||Woman With Train||10/1/2011|
|324.||Women Change, But Men Don'T?||2/23/2013|
|325.||You Are Not The Wind||10/5/2011|
|326.||You Must Be Strong||2/23/2014|
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...
Venus And Candor
Beauty is not truth
But a transient mask’s shadow
Across the foamy sky
Separated from the blue fire bird
Of a convulsive life.
In dazzling charm
Narcissus may revel