Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

321. Don'T Read This! 8/4/2015
322. Ode To Irena Sendler 6/1/2012
323. The Moon Remembers The Astronauts 10/4/2011
324. How Long Is An Hour? 3/4/2015
325. The Most Powerful Words 9/24/2014
326. Healthy, Wealthy And Wise 1/23/2013
327. The Silence Of Jesus 3/13/2015
328. Haiku With Seasons 12/6/2014
329. The Silence Of Love 9/30/2011
330. Organic Poem 9/30/2011
331. No Secret: The Rwandan Genocide 10/3/2011
332. Endangered Species: The Moon 7/5/2012
333. Dove Of Peace 12/12/2012
334. War Memories With Acrostic 6/27/2012
335. Magic Stairs 5/9/2014
336. The Origin Of Creation 1/3/2015
337. Has Any Truth Been Discovered? 8/9/2015
338. Does The Brain Create God? 8/25/2015
339. The Scarcity Of Scientific Evidence 6/13/2015
340. A Tanka On Life 8/2/2014
341. Science And Ethics 11/8/2014
342. The Poetry Of Physics 3/25/2015
343. Haiku With Oxymoron 2/1/2014
344. The Seven Shortest Poems In The World 10/12/2011
345. Punic Tragedy, Roman Genocide 2/10/2013
346. Valium 2/14/2014
347. They Come In Seven Sexes 7/14/2013
348. Democracy Vs. Dictatorship 11/29/2013
349. Oranges And Grapes 4/28/2013
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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Piano Tunes

For Hsia Jung Chang

I met you only accidentally
In the cold ether of cyberspace

But perhaps it was not
A random chance event
A lordless accident
Occurring in a disheveled chaos

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