Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

121. Medals 10/12/2011
122. Medical Statistics 11/10/2011
123. Meditation In Nineteen Words 1/30/2013
124. Meeting In Belsen 10/3/2011
125. Modigliani Nude In Haiku 8/6/2014
126. Moment In Frame 10/6/2011
127. Money And Love 11/12/2011
128. My Life 9/29/2011
129. Mystery Of The Immovable Car 12/17/2012
130. Nephron And Tulip 12/13/2014
131. Never Say Never 6/7/2015
132. Nevertheless 4/1/2015
133. Nine Views Of The Huangshan 12/20/2014
134. No Rhyme, But Reason 3/18/2013
135. No Secret: The Rwandan Genocide 10/3/2011
136. Now? 10/18/2011
137. Nurse In Evergreen Of Absence 10/22/2011
138. Obelisks 9/29/2011
139. Ode To Irena Sendler 6/1/2012
140. Oh, Poet 5/20/2012
141. Oh, The Zebras Keep Coming 4/12/2015
142. On The Killing Fields 10/6/2011
143. Once Upon An August Dreamy 12/5/2011
144. Only One Love 10/6/2011
145. Ontological Verse 5/17/2014
146. Oranges And Grapes 4/28/2013
147. Organic Poem 9/30/2011
148. Painting For Hitler 10/3/2011
149. Palindromic Flight 10/24/2011
150. Parmenides Meets Einstein 12/6/2012
151. Past And Present 9/30/2011
152. Pessimism 2/4/2013
153. Pesticide Fields 10/4/2011
154. Piano Tunes 9/29/2011
155. Picasso's Poetry 9/29/2014
156. Plants Eat Elephants 3/17/2013
157. Poem For A Right Angle 10/27/2012
158. Post-Hesiodean Poem 10/7/2011
159. Postmodern Light 10/5/2011
160. Punic Tragedy, Roman Genocide 2/10/2013
Best Poem of Paul Hartal

Democracy Vs. Dictatorship

The kangaroo ordered an orange juice.
The crocodile preferred a cup of coffee.
Holding the Party Paper, Edition Zoo,
The hyena opted for his downy dream,
A white vanilla ice cream.

“The president is corrupt and wicked
And his whole bungling government,
Is reprobate and totally incompetent.
They should resign without delay”,
Said the kangaroo.

“Well, perhaps he exaggerated,
But as long ago Voltaire stated,
'I disagree with what you say,
But I will defend to the death your right
To say it’”, uttered the crocodile.

“Although it seems...

Read the full of Democracy Vs. Dictatorship

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,

[Hata Bildir]