Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

41. Big Bang With Horizon Problem 10/15/2011
42. Black Tunnel With Light 10/25/2011
43. Blush 1/7/2014
44. By Act Of Legislation 10/4/2011
45. Camp Concerts 10/4/2011
46. Carnation Bridge With A Missed Conversation 11/10/2013
47. Carpet Bombing 3/14/2013
48. Cat And Cow 7/22/2016
49. Cesarean Section 9/29/2011
50. Change 10/4/2011
51. Chinese Magnolia 7/24/2015
52. Chitchat On Ice Cream And Love 1/26/2013
53. Colors Of Silence 10/3/2011
54. Concrete Haiku With Fractals 3/25/2017
55. Crescent Fib 7/30/2012
56. Critics 2/18/2012
57. Dark Sky 9/30/2011
58. Death Before Birth 1/4/2017
59. Death By Prescription 12/21/2013
60. Democracy Vs. Dictatorship 11/29/2013
61. Descartes' Despair 10/6/2011
62. Does History Progress? 8/2/2015
63. Does The Brain Create God? 8/25/2015
64. Don'T Read This! 8/4/2015
65. Dove Of Peace 12/12/2012
66. Dreamer Fib 3/7/2015
67. Early June Girls 10/10/2011
68. Earthrise 8/2/2015
69. Eichmann's Shock 8/2/2015
70. Einsatzgruppe General 11/29/2014
71. Endangered Species: The Moon 7/5/2012
72. Every Man Remains An Island 1/19/2013
73. Fading Chlorophyll In Maple Leaves Of Autumn 10/10/2011
74. Farewell Of A Cottonwood 7/1/2012
75. Fate Hanged On A Hairbreadth 7/17/2012
76. Fear 9/29/2011
77. Fib With Accidental Rhyme 12/7/2012
78. Florida Vignette 5/4/2015
79. Flowers - Blumen (English And German) 1/15/2017
80. For Eleanor H. Porter (1868-1920) 10/6/2011
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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Fear

Life is often dreadful
Full of fright and panic
A strange stride in the dark
The world became so toxic.

I told her all this
But she said:
The sear of fear
Is real

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