Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

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