Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

321. Using Art And Science 10/7/2011
322. Valentine's Day 10/1/2011
323. Valium 2/14/2014
324. Vanilla Gate 10/12/2011
325. Venus And Candor 9/29/2011
326. Vernacular Painting 3/14/2013
327. Viceroy And Monarch 11/8/2014
328. Voyage Around The Square Root Of Minus One 6/18/2012
329. War Memories With Acrostic 6/27/2012
330. Weeds And Hyacinths 10/1/2011
331. What Dante Told Me 12/5/2012
332. What Is Love? 12/22/2012
333. What Motivates Us? 5/11/2016
334. When Is A Painting Finished? 11/26/2011
335. When Will The Messiah Come? 10/17/2014
336. Where Do Circles Grow? 10/16/2014
337. Which Comes First? 5/4/2015
338. Whispering Forest 10/2/2011
339. White Table With Red Chairs 11/23/2016
340. Whose Life Is Worth More? 5/20/2012
341. Why Tears My Love? 10/8/2011
342. Why The Snow Melts 10/12/2012
343. Woman With Train 10/1/2011
344. Women Change, But Men Don'T? 2/23/2013
345. Wordless Promise 7/18/2016
346. You Are Not The Wind 10/5/2011
347. You Cannot Live Without The Hydrogen Bomb 8/24/2016
348. You Must Be Strong 2/23/2014
349. Zebra And Clarinet 7/22/2016
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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