Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

121. Love At First Sight 9/7/2014
122. Love Is Like A Painting 8/27/2014
123. Love Knows Not 'Why? ' 10/28/2011
124. Love Never Dies 11/17/2011
125. Loveless Love 12/18/2014
126. Magic Stairs 5/9/2014
127. Marriage Vows 6/12/2015
128. Massacre In Nanjing 9/24/2012
129. Meaning And Eternity 10/5/2011
130. Medals 10/12/2011
131. Medical Statistics 11/10/2011
132. Meditation In Nineteen Words 1/30/2013
133. Meeting In Belsen 10/3/2011
134. Modigliani Nude In Haiku 8/6/2014
135. Moment In Frame 10/6/2011
136. Money And Love 11/12/2011
137. Mother Of Success 8/2/2015
138. My Life 9/29/2011
139. Mystery Of The Immovable Car 12/17/2012
140. Nephron And Tulip 12/13/2014
141. Never Say Never 6/7/2015
142. Nevertheless 4/1/2015
143. Nine Views Of The Huangshan 12/20/2014
144. No Rhyme, But Reason 3/18/2013
145. No Secret: The Rwandan Genocide 10/3/2011
146. Now? 10/18/2011
147. Nurse In Evergreen Of Absence 10/22/2011
148. Obelisks 9/29/2011
149. Ode To Irena Sendler 6/1/2012
150. Oh, Poet 5/20/2012
151. Oh, The Zebras Keep Coming 4/12/2015
152. On The Killing Fields 10/6/2011
153. Once Upon An August Dreamy 12/5/2011
154. Only One Love 10/6/2011
155. Ontological Verse 5/17/2014
156. Oranges And Grapes 4/28/2013
157. Organic Poem 9/30/2011
158. Painting For Hitler 10/3/2011
159. Palindromic Flight 10/24/2011
160. Parmenides Meets Einstein 12/6/2012
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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Venus And Candor

Beauty is not truth
But a transient mask’s shadow
Across the foamy sky
Opaque flight
Separated from the blue fire bird
Of a convulsive life.

In dazzling charm
Narcissus may revel

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