Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

81. Haiku With Oxymoron 2/1/2014
82. Haiku With Schedule 2/21/2015
83. Haiku With Seasons 12/6/2014
84. Haiku With T-Shirt 8/31/2012
85. Haiku With Wall 6/7/2014
86. Happiness Is A Shark 10/6/2011
87. Healthy, Wealthy And Wise 1/23/2013
88. Heart Dynamics 10/12/2014
89. Heavenly Satire 10/9/2011
90. Her Kiss 10/5/2011
91. Hitler: A Life Immersed In Hypocrisy 12/24/2014
92. Homage To Matsuo Basho 10/10/2011
93. Honor And Betrayal (Jiangsu 1937-1945) 11/8/2011
94. How Long Is An Hour? 3/4/2015
95. How The Revolution Started 10/5/2011
96. Hunger Waltz 3/23/2013
97. I Dream The Dreams Of Shepherds 9/29/2011
98. I'M Your Planet 10/10/2011
99. Immortality 10/1/2011
100. In The Park 10/13/2011
101. Jazz Doctor: Milford Graves 7/21/2012
102. Justice And Violence 10/11/2014
103. Khmer Rouge Atrocities 10/10/2011
104. Light At The Kernel Of Darkness 12/28/2012
105. Like Old Wine 9/30/2011
106. Lilac Blouse 10/4/2011
107. Listen Darling 10/6/2011
108. Little-Known Death Factory 8/26/2012
109. Lost Love's Distance 10/8/2011
110. Love At First Sight 9/7/2014
111. Love Is Like A Painting 8/27/2014
112. Love Knows Not 'Why? ' 10/28/2011
113. Love Never Dies 11/17/2011
114. Loveless Love 12/18/2014
115. Magic Stairs 5/9/2014
116. Massacre In Nanjing 9/24/2012
117. Meaning And Eternity 10/5/2011
118. Medals 10/12/2011
119. Medical Statistics 11/10/2011
120. Meditation In Nineteen Words 1/30/2013
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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Cesarean Section

On a sunny day of Taurus
they cut her abdomen.
With stainless scalpels
the surgeons unlatched her uterus
and out of her slashed womb,
touching with their sterile gloves
the enigma of an enclosed but remote self,
they pulled out the boy crying,
covered with blood,

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