Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

201. White Table With Red Chairs 11/23/2016
202. Four Seasons- Vier Jahreszeiten (English And German) 11/26/2016
203. Haiku With Snow 12/12/2016
204. Peek-A-Boo 12/13/2016
205. They Shot The Hunter 12/13/2016
206. Death Before Birth 1/4/2017
207. Gyroscope Haiku 1/15/2017
208. Flowers - Blumen (English And German) 1/15/2017
209. Venus And Candor 1/17/2017
210. Venus Und Freimut 1/17/2017
211. The Office Of Aberrant Design 1/17/2017
212. The Taste Of Love 1/19/2017
213. Concrete Haiku With Fractals 3/25/2017
214. Alternative Eventuality 3/30/2017
215. Political Correctness 3/31/2017
216. Playing 4/21/2017
217. Lessons From A Dollar Bill 8/15/2017
218. Free Will And The Brain 8/19/2017
219. A Haiku On Bach's Last Work 8/19/2017
220. An Enduring Enigma 3/28/2015
221. Nevertheless 4/1/2015
222. Oh, The Zebras Keep Coming 4/12/2015
223. Four Quatrains On Bigotry 4/20/2015
224. Florida Vignette 5/4/2015
225. Ten Words On Fame 5/4/2015
226. Which Comes First? 5/4/2015
227. Sirius With Non-Sequitur 5/16/2015
228. Big Bang Haiku 5/25/2015
229. Haiku Manifesto 5/29/2015
230. Never Say Never 6/7/2015
231. The Winged Bicycle 6/9/2015
232. Marriage Vows 6/12/2015
233. Taming The Surreal 6/14/2015
234. Are Virgins Best Wives? 7/14/2015
235. Chinese Magnolia 7/24/2015
236. Does History Progress? 8/2/2015
237. The Hidden Value Of A Long Speech 8/2/2015
238. Earthrise 8/2/2015
239. Road And Labyrinth 8/2/2015
240. Mother Of Success 8/2/2015
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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Cesarean Section

On a sunny day of Taurus
they cut her abdomen.
With stainless scalpels
the surgeons unlatched her uterus
and out of her slashed womb,
touching with their sterile gloves
the enigma of an enclosed but remote self,
they pulled out the boy crying,
covered with blood,

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