Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

81. Friendship 10/6/2011
82. From Plane To Sphere 10/18/2011
83. From The Secret Life Of Tuesday 10/4/2011
84. Gnarled Syllogism 12/22/2014
85. God's Silence 10/5/2011
86. Grandma 10/3/2011
87. Guggenheim 3/27/2014
88. Haiku About Good Doctors 5/26/2015
89. Haiku About The Best Medicine 5/4/2014
90. Haiku Manifesto 5/29/2015
91. Haiku On A Noble Goal 8/2/2015
92. Haiku With Oxymoron 2/1/2014
93. Haiku With Schedule 2/21/2015
94. Haiku With Seasons 12/6/2014
95. Haiku With T-Shirt 8/31/2012
96. Haiku With Wall 6/7/2014
97. Happiness Is A Shark 10/6/2011
98. Has Any Truth Been Discovered? 8/9/2015
99. Healthy, Wealthy And Wise 1/23/2013
100. Heart Dynamics 10/12/2014
101. Heavenly Satire 10/9/2011
102. Her Kiss 10/5/2011
103. Hitler: A Life Immersed In Hypocrisy 12/24/2014
104. Homage To Matsuo Basho 10/10/2011
105. Honor And Betrayal (Jiangsu 1937-1945) 11/8/2011
106. How Long Is An Hour? 3/4/2015
107. How The Revolution Started 10/5/2011
108. Hunger Waltz 3/23/2013
109. I Dream The Dreams Of Shepherds 9/29/2011
110. I'M Your Planet 10/10/2011
111. Immortality 10/1/2011
112. In The Park 10/13/2011
113. Insomnia (Haiku) 4/30/2016
114. Jazz Doctor: Milford Graves 7/21/2012
115. Justice And Violence 10/11/2014
116. Khmer Rouge Atrocities 10/10/2011
117. Light At The Kernel Of Darkness 12/28/2012
118. Like Old Wine 9/30/2011
119. Lilac Blouse 10/4/2011
120. Listen Darling 10/6/2011
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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