Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

161. Postmodern Light 10/5/2011
162. Punic Tragedy, Roman Genocide 2/10/2013
163. Race Defilement 12/20/2012
164. Rainbow’s Birth 10/12/2011
165. Reason And Emotion 10/14/2014
166. Reichsbank Gold 11/26/2014
167. Return To Strasshof 1/8/2013
168. Richard Feynman's Woodpecker 10/8/2011
169. Romance Is Ageless 3/23/2015
170. Russell's Loss 7/31/2014
171. Rwanda 1994 3/1/2012
172. Sailing In Sinbad's Uncharted Sea 5/30/2012
173. Samurai Competition 10/3/2011
174. Sang Froid 11/2/2011
175. Sans Title (Fib No.2) 7/5/2012
176. Scarlet Flower 10/1/2011
177. Science And Abuse 10/29/2014
178. Science And Ethics 11/8/2014
179. Science Is Unscientific 5/23/2012
180. Send-Off 8/26/2012
181. Setback 12/16/2013
182. She Does Not Talk 10/6/2011
183. She Lit Up The Candles 3/3/2012
184. Shoes On The Bank Of The Danube 10/12/2011
185. Sirius With Non-Sequitur 5/16/2015
186. Skeptic 6/1/2012
187. Slanted Eyes (Yeux Bridés) 9/29/2011
188. Snapshot Of A Mass Murderer 11/27/2014
189. Snow, Wind, Rain 5/20/2012
190. Sometimes 10/7/2011
191. Sonnet To An Accidental Parcel 3/27/2014
192. Streamlined Or Not 5/20/2012
193. Subway 10/12/2011
194. Summer Haiku 7/25/2012
195. Survival Of The Kindest 2/25/2015
196. Symmetries 10/14/2014
197. T4 2/1/2013
198. Tail Chasing 10/4/2011
199. Talking Back To Parmenides 9/29/2011
200. Taming The Surreal 6/14/2015
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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