Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

81. Love Never Dies 11/17/2011
82. When Is A Painting Finished? 11/26/2011
83. Nurse In Evergreen Of Absence 10/22/2011
84. The Ghost Machine 2/8/2012
85. For Paul Celan 2/17/2012
86. Absolute Irony 2/17/2012
87. Critics 2/18/2012
88. Rwanda 1994 3/1/2012
89. She Lit Up The Candles 3/3/2012
90. The Optimistic Cucumber 4/27/2012
91. Streamlined Or Not 5/20/2012
92. The Winter Talks To The Spring 5/20/2012
93. Snow, Wind, Rain 5/20/2012
94. Oh, Poet 5/20/2012
95. Whose Life Is Worth More? 5/20/2012
96. Science Is Unscientific 5/23/2012
97. The Fuehrer Makes An Aesthetic Decision 6/1/2012
98. The Universe Writes A Poem 6/1/2012
99. A Fib Of Nothing 7/14/2012
100. Fate Hanged On A Hairbreadth 7/17/2012
101. A Haiku Of Chances 7/17/2012
102. Jazz Doctor: Milford Graves 7/21/2012
103. Summer Haiku 7/25/2012
104. Crescent Fib 7/30/2012
105. A Song Of Infinity 8/17/2012
106. Unruly Dragon In Porcelain Equilibrium 6/13/2012
107. Send-Off 8/26/2012
108. Little-Known Death Factory 8/26/2012
109. Haiku With T-Shirt 8/31/2012
110. Why The Snow Melts 10/12/2012
111. Poem For A Right Angle 10/27/2012
112. The Gift 10/28/2012
113. The Birth Of Point 11/23/2012
114. The Phantom Of Time 11/28/2012
115. Sans Title (Fib No.2) 7/5/2012
116. What Dante Told Me 12/5/2012
117. Parmenides Meets Einstein 12/6/2012
118. What Is Love? 12/22/2012
119. The Dance Sign 12/22/2012
120. Tanka About Redemption 1/5/2013
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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The Poet's Advantage

In the nebulous night of kings
A feathered fairy flies
On whispering wiry wings
To a magic moon of noon.

"Did you write this? " she asked.

He nodded.

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