Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

161. Ontological Verse 5/17/2014
162. Oranges And Grapes 4/28/2013
163. Organic Poem 9/30/2011
164. Painting For Hitler 10/3/2011
165. Palindromic Flight 10/24/2011
166. Parmenides Meets Einstein 12/6/2012
167. Past And Present 9/30/2011
168. Pessimism 2/4/2013
169. Pesticide Fields 10/4/2011
170. Phantom Pain 11/19/2015
171. Piano Tunes 9/29/2011
172. Picasso's Poetry 9/29/2014
173. Plants Eat Elephants 3/17/2013
174. Poem For A Right Angle 10/27/2012
175. Post-Hesiodean Poem 10/7/2011
176. Postmodern Light 10/5/2011
177. Punic Tragedy, Roman Genocide 2/10/2013
178. Race Defilement 12/20/2012
179. Rainbow’s Birth 10/12/2011
180. Reason And Emotion 10/14/2014
181. Reichsbank Gold 11/26/2014
182. Return To Strasshof 1/8/2013
183. Richard Feynman's Woodpecker 10/8/2011
184. Road And Labyrinth 8/2/2015
185. Romance Is Ageless 3/23/2015
186. Russell's Loss 7/31/2014
187. Rwanda 1994 3/1/2012
188. Sailing In Sinbad's Uncharted Sea 5/30/2012
189. Samurai Competition 10/3/2011
190. Sang Froid 11/2/2011
191. Sans Title (Fib No.2) 7/5/2012
192. Scarlet Flower 10/1/2011
193. Science And Abuse 10/29/2014
194. Science And Ethics 11/8/2014
195. Science Is Unscientific 5/23/2012
196. Send-Off 8/26/2012
197. Setback 12/16/2013
198. Seven Haunting Themes -new- 8/16/2016
199. She Does Not Talk 10/6/2011
200. She Lit Up The Candles 3/3/2012
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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