Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

321. Trimmed Trellis 7/22/2016
322. Triumphal Arch 2/12/2013
323. Truth And Consensus 2/16/2014
324. Truth And Experience 2/26/2015
325. Truth And Poetry 2/20/2015
326. Two Sphinxes 10/6/2011
327. Unruly Dragon In Porcelain Equilibrium 6/13/2012
328. Until We Meet Again 10/5/2011
329. Using Art And Science 10/7/2011
330. Valentine's Day 10/1/2011
331. Valium 2/14/2014
332. Vanilla Gate 10/12/2011
333. Venus And Candor 1/17/2017
334. Venus Und Freimut 1/17/2017
335. Vernacular Painting 3/14/2013
336. Viceroy And Monarch 11/8/2014
337. Voyage Around The Square Root Of Minus One 6/18/2012
338. War Memories With Acrostic 6/27/2012
339. Weeds And Hyacinths 10/1/2011
340. What Dante Told Me 12/5/2012
341. What Is Love? 12/22/2012
342. What Motivates Us? 5/11/2016
343. When Is A Painting Finished? 11/26/2011
344. When Will The Messiah Come? 10/17/2014
345. Where Do Circles Grow? 10/16/2014
346. Which Comes First? 5/4/2015
347. Whispering Forest 10/2/2011
348. White Table With Red Chairs 11/23/2016
349. Whose Life Is Worth More? 5/20/2012
350. Why Tears My Love? 10/8/2011
351. Why The Snow Melts 10/12/2012
352. Woman With Train 10/1/2011
353. Women Change, But Men Don'T? 2/23/2013
354. Wordless Promise 7/18/2016
355. You Are Not The Wind 10/5/2011
356. You Cannot Live Without The Hydrogen Bomb 8/24/2016
357. You Must Be Strong 2/23/2014
358. Zebra And Clarinet 7/22/2016
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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