Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

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

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Florida Vignette

The shades
Of evening
Are invading
The brocades
Of everglades.

A humid night
Throws
A dark blanket

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