Paul Hartal Poems

Imagination was born on a Friday,
although one might argue
that she arrived in the world
even before Friday itself was born.
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“Your writing cannot be good”, he said.
He noticed the glint of surprise mixed
with disappointment in her eyes.
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As the known widens
in the glass house of learning
the unknown deepens.
Memory is frail and brittle
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An array of sparkling points rise and float
They soar in ethereal air by rote.

Rolling vibrations ring at random
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To his great vexation, three of the SS General's
sisters married Jewish men. This may have had
contributed to his desire to demonstrate to his
masters on whose side he really was. And so,
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As
night
descends
night extends
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Horror films that feature gory vampires,
serial killers and macabre satanic cults
attract throngs of fans to watch such movies.
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From the airplane window
the roads looked
like long capillaries,
and the cars
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The word was locked in a silvery tin box.
Next to it stood on the shelf
a crystal bottle filled with truth.
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Almost for a century
A majestic cottonwood tree,
Lonely and salutary,
Waved its leafy branches to the sky,
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