Paul Hartal

Paul Hartal Poems

281. An Enduring Enigma 3/28/2015
282. An Asymmetrical War 9/4/2014
283. Acrylic Sight 10/5/2014
284. Acrostic 5/3/2014
285. Absurd Breast Cancer Prevention 10/5/2011
286. Abstract For Kandinsky 11/24/2014
287. Absolute Irony 2/17/2012
288. Aborted Landing 4/27/2014
289. A Tanka On Life 8/2/2014
290. A Tanka Of Eye Color 2/18/2013
291. A Tanka For Artist Gu Kaizhi 6/11/2013
292. A Song Of Infinity 8/17/2012
293. A Prisoner Of Sobibor 3/1/2012
294. A Paradox Of Truth 10/2/2011
295. A Lover Akin To Bamboo 3/12/2015
296. A Haiku On Uniformity In Diversity 5/3/2014
297. A Haiku On Love 11/30/2014
298. A Haiku On Faith 5/1/2014
299. A Haiku Of Chances 7/17/2012
300. A Fib Of Nothing 7/14/2012
301. A Conflict With Athens 10/8/2014
302. A Chapter In The Life Of Imagination 11/19/2014
303. A Brief History Of Abstract Art 1/5/2015
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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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Truth And Poetry

Aristotle already noted
that poetic truths soar
to higher dimensions
than historical analysis does.
They transcend
the quantitative realm,
the objective world
of science.

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