Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Botox

I have, he said lost all my sense of humour.Perhaps I did, my Lord, perhaps I did.It is what drove me, do not question this,but once the gods decide..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Botched

There was no surgeon on the continentwhose skills were, in the least, comparable.He stood now, as in trance, above the bowels,just staring at the..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Border Incident

I huddled there, inside a drumthat stank of rancid oils and rotten fish.So close to freedom, nudging now the gate,my legs were cramped and toes..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Border Easement

It was a simple barricade,Arabic letters, exclamation marks,a hot, oppressive wind, pregnantwith stinging sand and camel dung.Passport control in..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Booze

My mother said 'if you drink boozeyou soon will sing your private blues'.Just buttermilk and herbal teawas what she saw as good for me.I drank my..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Boomann

I once knew a wuckfit named Boomannwho was dumber than bugers of Trumanhe had someone write wordsand went back to his turdsno one figured that..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Bonjour Vengeance

Clear lines are in existence,the gray ones drawn by Luciferwheras God's lines are black and white.Too many venture near and thenwithout a further..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Bonjour Tristesse

The day was triste,gray clouds adriftlike bags of crumpled rags,and through the wipers camethe image he had feared.Portrait of la jeunesse,small..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Bondage

In the beginningyou left me, no warningother than the slammingof the solid timber door.All in all, you did returna dozen times or more,and always..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Bon

I was hoping to seean Earl Gray cup of tea.when I woke but it wasjust a cupful of awes.So I asked my dear friendfor the Indian Blendbut it tasted..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Bombs In The Outback

In the town of Oodnadattaand the one called Paramattalive the weirdest little guystwo inch short are shins and thighsheads of supersize..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Bombs

At first they thoughtthat on that daythe sun had simply,just that once,slept in, due to the stressof shining, being there,on that demanding job.The..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Boese Worte

Lacking genetics, empty her head,age bringing changes without any grace,dinner for one and alone in her bedlifting the flabbies, also the face.Ashes..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Boats Passing In The Night

I look for any sign,dark pupils hopeas shades of gray appear,blurs growing into blue,and it is really you.My darling when you writeI sleep and dream..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Blushes

That day I was in such a rushI did not see her lovely blush.How much they blush in the deep Southis quite unknown, but her sweet mouthcould not..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Blue Velvet

The snout was occupied,just plowing over groundthat had been plowed before.No truffles could be found,though roots would do.Treasured for all their..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Blue Eyes

Death did persuade me,sweet promises of love.I woke and found myselfin soft embrace of armsthat had awaited me.Her kisses pointed, longingly,at eyes..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Blubber Visits The Dance Hal

At first I thought she waltzed,but then I saw the error ofmy observation powers.She waddled, all that blubber,garnished with shoulder pads,covert..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Blown Away

But then she could not stay,the one with regal confidence.She sang the song of naked innocenceand all my cares were, in the end,just blown away.

© Herbert Nehrlich

Bloomin' Mongrel

I must surely confessthat this comment is truemay ye Gods come and blessChristmas Day just for you.As the day leaves behindall its sounds and the..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Bloodshed

I had to close the book of mankind's history,it told of many wars, of bloodshed and of torture,describing in disturbing but extensive detail,how one..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Blind Chook

A blind henwill,undoubtedly,findthe occasional grain.Even ifblindand deafand paraplegic,as well asfull ofhatred,ignored byroosters andother..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Bless You

They stood, in little groups,heads bowed as if about to pray,while urgent steps strode pastthrough sliding doors besmudgedwith tons of fingerprints..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Bleeding

At what stage, so I ask myselfdoes bleeding get to bea real problem.Go ask the doctor,so she saysand that would bethe proper thing to do.The coronary..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Blast

Just wait, my loveall flowers willsoon go to sleepinside their beds.The cloud of gashas been releasedit travels slowbut with a mindthat must eraseall..

© Herbert Nehrlich