A man of many Odysseys, Paul Hartal is a Canadian poet, writer and artist born in Szeged, Hungary. His recent volume of cognitive and lyric poems, The Sinuosity of Straight Passions, was published in 2013 by Finishing Line Press (Georgetown, KY) . The author’s critically acclaimed books include Postmodern Light (poetry,2006) , Love Poems (2004) , The Kidnapping of the Painter Miró ... more »
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Paul Hartal Poems
She was not really sick, nor severely ill; only taut, tense, tired, anxious and stressed. But when she asked the doctor for help he had swiftly prescribed her the pill:
Haiku with Oxymoron
A Tanka on Life
While life is about love, family, fun and joy, learning and service; we live it as if it were
They Come in Seven Sexes
An old wing of the university housed the laboratory. She passed through a narrow corridor oozing the autumn moisture
Science and Ethics
Science flies the triumphal banners of magnificent human accomplishments. Mind you, among many other things, it provides us with antibiotics, electricity
Haiku with Seasons
The Silence Of Love
You talk not about your love, For the greatest love May envelop itself In a lacy veil of serene secrecy.
Democracy vs. Dictatorship
The kangaroo ordered an orange juice. The crocodile preferred a cup of coffee. Holding the Party Paper, Edition Zoo, The hyena opted for his downy dream,
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.
The Origin of Creation
The Seven Shortest Poems In The World
Thought: Brain Train
Endangered Species: The moon
Dear Moon, Old faithful friend of lovers and romantics, you are our nearest celestial body,
Healthy, Wealthy and Wise
To be healthy, wealthy and wise takes more than working hard, going early to bed and jumping out of it, yawning and weary, early to rise.
Punic Tragedy, Roman Genocide
It did not matter what the subject was. Each time that the Roman statesman Cato the Elder rose to speak, he ended it with these words: 'Also, I think Carthage must be destroyed'.
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She was not really sick, nor severely ill;
only taut, tense, tired, anxious and stressed.
But when she asked the doctor for help
he had swiftly prescribed her the pill:
from a sedative class category, valium
or diazepam, dissolving anxiety, attending
to her panic attacks, enabling her unbending,
relaxing at last her nerves and atrium.
But it did not take too long for her to get
addicted to the devious tranquilizer drug.
She lost her appetite, she felt dizzy and tight;
her anxiety back, she woke up shaking in sweat.
Primum non nocere, oh ...