Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

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

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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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