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  Best Poems From
  PAUL HARTAL
 
 

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  1.     

The Most Powerful Words

We can love many things.
Sunshine and good weather,
a charming house and
perhaps, absorbing novels,
beautiful flowers
and delicious food.
You name it.

Our relationship with things
is usually simple.
After all, tulips or spaghetti
seldom make us nervous.

On the other hand,
loving someone
can be complicated.
Verbalizing our love
Even for the closest person
to us can be jittery
and difficult.

Still, the earnest
simple three words:
"I love you",
are the most powerful words
In the whole world.

They carry deep meaning,
tenor of affection,
passion and ardour,
the symphonies
of the throbbing heart.
 
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.     

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
   
 

   
   
 

  4.     

The Silence Of Love

You talk not about your love,
For the greatest love
May envelop itself
In a lacy veil of serene secrecy.

You talk not about your love
Just look into my eyes
Silently, long
While the time resounds
And then recedes slowly
To distant shores of indigo seas
In my soul.

The wind carries quietly the clouds
No sound shatters the still of zephyr.
You talk not about your love
Only the heart throbs loudly.

Do you hear it?

A heavy bronze bell
Tolls involuntarily
In the placid interior
Of the sombre belfry

And the tower trembles
Soars in its immobility.

Elated, you and I walk wordlessly
In the deserted boulevard.

Like the snow of spring I melt
In your presence
While timid shadows
Of my dense vulnerability
Coagulate silently in the sunlight
Darkening the asphalt pavement
Of the afternoon street.

The wind carries quietly the clouds
No sound shatters the still of zephyr.
You talk not about your love
Though its flames burn my flesh.

Then the hours pass by
And wondrous stars flicker
In a magical night.

But now
I am alone in my room
Listening to a violin concerto
Of the Butterfly Lovers
A poignant story
Of eternal love

On a Compact Disc
That you gave me.
 
Paul Hartal
   
 
 

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