Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

81. Haiku With Seasons 12/6/2014
82. Haiku With T-Shirt 8/31/2012
83. Haiku With Wall 6/7/2014
84. Happiness Is A Shark 10/6/2011
85. Healthy, Wealthy And Wise 1/23/2013
86. Heart Dynamics 10/12/2014
87. Heavenly Satire 10/9/2011
88. Her Kiss 10/5/2011
89. Hitler: A Life Immersed In Hypocrisy 12/24/2014
90. Homage To Matsuo Basho 10/10/2011
91. Honor And Betrayal (Jiangsu 1937-1945) 11/8/2011
92. How Long Is An Hour? 3/4/2015
93. How The Revolution Started 10/5/2011
94. Hunger Waltz 3/23/2013
95. I Dream The Dreams Of Shepherds 9/29/2011
96. I'M Your Planet 10/10/2011
97. Immortality 10/1/2011
98. In The Park 10/13/2011
99. Jazz Doctor: Milford Graves 7/21/2012
100. Justice And Violence 10/11/2014
101. Khmer Rouge Atrocities 10/10/2011
102. Light At The Kernel Of Darkness 12/28/2012
103. Like Old Wine 9/30/2011
104. Lilac Blouse 10/4/2011
105. Listen Darling 10/6/2011
106. Little-Known Death Factory 8/26/2012
107. Lost Love's Distance 10/8/2011
108. Love At First Sight 9/7/2014
109. Love Is Like A Painting 8/27/2014
110. Love Knows Not 'Why? ' 10/28/2011
111. Love Never Dies 11/17/2011
112. Loveless Love 12/18/2014
113. Magic Stairs 5/9/2014
114. Massacre In Nanjing 9/24/2012
115. Meaning And Eternity 10/5/2011
116. Medals 10/12/2011
117. Medical Statistics 11/10/2011
118. Meditation In Nineteen Words 1/30/2013
119. Meeting In Belsen 10/3/2011
120. Modigliani Nude In Haiku 8/6/2014
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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Dreamer Fib

As
night
descends
night extends
and I dream a dream,
a dream that has yet to be dreamt.

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