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").
A Taste
Once you have tasted milk and honeyyour buds are in a state of bliss.Your world has suddenly turned sunny,your lips remembering the kiss.The..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Surgeon's Sonnet And A Response
By Surgeon Pui NgToo soon the curtain of this stage will riseWell trained am I and in this role well versedIn readiness again I don my guiseYet fear..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Stroll
Two horses and a cow were walkingabout the Christmas season talking.Says horse named Clyde 'I am so bigI'll break the biggest baddest twigoff of the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Strange Teacher
A teacher I adored and loved,was seen last evening, when he shovedillegally and with much force,an object into a big horse.The horse objected, he..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Starry Night
It was as if the skieshad kissed this Mother Earthso that her sparkling eyesgave rise to precious birth.A breeze drifts through the fields,tall..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Soldier Returned
The year was nineteen forty six.A somber facedand moist-of-eyedear unclerevealed the truth,only to one,his wife.They'd marriedthe year beforewhen he..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Small Mountain
It is an organ, albeit small,protruding, as it does,a tiny knob.At home it is on minor lips,more secrets well concealedinside a shroud.Its raison..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Small Leak
Eight inches of warm rainpoured down as if the endof drought were in the cards.A tiny spot of mould appearedabove my place in slumberlandperhaps a..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Small Forgetmenot
I'd managed to traversethe river of indifference,and climbed the muddy banksuntil I stood beneath the canopyof trees whose majesty surprised,they..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Silence Most Foul
As Malice rears her ugly headit's clear that justice must be dead.What once did seem a friendly placereminds me of a botoxed face,no voice, no sign..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Sense Of Justice
A timid boy, that's what he was.A nerd in school, though into sports,observing all his hometown lawsbut drifting laterally, of sorts.His senses had..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Risqué Lullaby For A Resident Poet
I once knew a ballerinashe had flown in from Argentinashe liked playing my fluteand was udderly cutethough I stick with the real Gina.
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Righteous Death
Kidneys packing it in,fluid on the lungs,congestive heart failure,cognitive breakdown,prolonging means money.Who makes it, that dreadeddecision..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Response Poem 2
........and there it was, the cracknot of dawn but of Dawn herself,with a tuft of hair, a burning bushin the sunlight's reflection, bristling,a Moses..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Response Poem
The whistle of the evening traintwo giant puffs of snow-white steamso reminiscent of the Chinese Dragon,accelerating through the melancholy ofspindly..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Quiet Mind
Perpetually restless,The eyes cannot seeOr appreciate anyBeauty, properly.So with the mind's pace.The eye of the soul needsTo rise up in..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Question Not For Me
For days on end I wondered,about the way the world decideswho of the chosen few will bethe one to hold her little hands,and squeeze the rosy..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Queer Pair Of Boxers
He did, eventually,after discussions,and pleadings,sent to him,special delivery,the checkered ones.The thought behind itthis caving in,was 'who would..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Pyridoxine Dream
I wokethe drapes were drawnand darknessfrom my soulhad taken holdinside the housewheresounds have dieddue to neglectand beating heartsboth humans..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Prayer
God will you help me just today.I am confronted by a velvet skinned young maiden.Or should I say presented with her by the grace of...YOU?Her skin is..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Potpourri Of Everyday Rhymes
In thanking you I must agreethat rhyming gives me pleasure,and that it adds, by some degreeto people's reading treasure,to those who must show their..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Portrait
She stands, defiantly it seems,her pelvic bones in true lordosis,accentuating chiselled pectoralsfine rays of sunshine clingto those dividing lines..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Poly-Valentine
Tis Valentine so soon,they mentioned it todayand pointed to the special cards,three ninety-five,a hint of chocolateand lines to fillwith sweet and..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Poet Is A Unicorn
A poem is when it is borna trifle like a unicorn.It hovers in its growing stagedisplays, perhaps a bit of rageunbridled it can be and wetjust like a..
© Herbert Nehrlich
A Poet
LP Gas. It's a second choice.Always has been. May as wellbe in the future, same as always.Nothing special, just the gas.Blowing bubbles, stinking..
© Herbert Nehrlich