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  Best Poems From
  PAUL HARTAL
 
 

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  1.     

The Secret of the Universe

In the beginning man and woman
were not separated from each other.
Since the dense dawn of time
in their primal state of being,
embalmed with aromatic thyme,
they formed an innocent whole,
united in one body and soul.

From the days of inscrutable prehistory,
an impervious veil conceals the mystery.
But lo and behold the miracle,
close and tight,
in the fire and ecstasy of love
when body and soul reunite,
in the rapture of the euphoric embrace
the universe reveals its profound secret
in a penetrating, deep and ineffable knit.

And then yonder above
flapping its wings flies a celestial dove
as invisible bells of the cosmos
chime ethereal music to eternal love
and heavenly violins play kudos
in melodious hymns.
In remote galaxies elated stars whirl,
the planets sing in joy,
they dance on their orbit and twirl.
 
Paul Hartal
   
 

   
   
 

  2.     

Dove of Peace

Peace is more
than the absence of war,
more than
the enforced decorum
of a shaky truce,
enveloped in the ovum
of agony and abuse,
of no relief,
the grim tar
of a bloody past burning,
a scorching scar
of woes and grief.

Peace is more
than the absence of war,
the phoenix rising
from the ruins
of Stalingrad and Berlin.

Peace is more than
the terrible silence
of the ashes of Hiroshima
and Auschwitz.

For, real peace rests
in all nations just,
in accord and friendship,
mutual respect and trust.

Real peace means
the extended hand
of all faiths in amity
in every land, and
mothers breastfeeding
their babies in serenity.

For, peace is more
than the absence of war.

Real peace means
the bliss of building
new habitats and cities,
where concrete shelters
are needless,
where shaky shields
are useless.

Real peace means
tranquil fields
where farmers sing, planting
rice, sowing seeds of soy
and wheat and rye in joy
in the pristine morning.

For peace is more
than the absence of war.

My soul
all the days
yearns for peace,
soaring upwards
in the rays
of the dawn sun,
longing for
Noah's rainbow.

Now look! The rivers
placidly flow.
And above the mists
of first lights, graced
with diamond dews,
a blue dove flies
beyond the peak
with olive leaves
in her beak.

In a war-torn world
She carries on her wings
to every country and nation
the blessed harmonies
of concert and cooperation.

The Dove of Peace:
She offers
to all the peoples
of the world
the goodwill of man,
the promise of halcyon days,
true concord, the rebirth
of the dream of unity
in today's
discordant Earth.

For, peace is more
than the absence of war.

But if our will prevails,
Isaiah's vision will come true:

"And they shall beat
their swords
into ploughshares,
and their spears
into pruning-knives;
nation shall not lift up
sword against nation,
neither shall they learn
war any more".

For, peace is more
than the absence of war.
 
Paul Hartal
   
 

   
   
 

  3.     

A Tanka on Life

While life is about
love, family, fun and joy,
learning and service;
we live it as if it were
about money, might and fame.
 
Paul Hartal
   
 

   
   
 

  4.     

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,
A white vanilla ice cream.

“The president is corrupt and wicked
And his whole bungling government,
Is reprobate and totally incompetent.
They should resign without delay”,
Said the kangaroo.

“Well, perhaps he exaggerated,
But as long ago Voltaire stated,
'I disagree with what you say,
But I will defend to the death your right
To say it’”, uttered the crocodile.

“Although it seems suiting his profile
Voltaire did not say this”,
objected the kangaroo.

“The quote is in the air
And it is fair to attribute it to Voltaire’,
insisted the crocodile.

‘I don’t care’, said the kangaroo.
‘Voltaire did not say this’.

The hyena took a lick of his ice cream
And then, folding the Party Paper
Of the Zoo,
With a menacing countenance
He turned to the kangaroo.

“Now listen carefully”, he said,
“You can buy in the market onions
But I dislike your political opinions.
And even if I had agreed with you,
I would make it sure
That nobody can hear you.”
 
Paul Hartal
   
 
 

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