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").
Differences
A paper clip,all dressedin vinyl bluewas on alertinside a glassthat once heldtwo hundred gramsof Thomy's mild.And within secondsof being..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Die Uhr
Hast du denn Gottes Uhr gesehen,sie haengt am Himmel an 'ner langen Schnur.Und immer wieder hoert man Menschen flehensie sind nicht vorbereitet fuer..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Die Schweine Des Werratales
Es wohnte (ich erzaehl es mal)im wunderschoenen Werratalein Weib das nannte sich stolz Frau,doch war sie nichts als eine Sau.Zusammen mit dem..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Die Oma Als Spionin
Dass ich das noch erleben darf!Sie sitzt und gruebelt, 's gibt Probleme.Ihr Hirn, das war schon immer scharf,fragt wie man es in Angriff..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Die Kuh
Die Kuh verlangt das Strip, Strap, Strulldann wird der Eimer langsam full.Das Euter doch erinnert michan Milch und Honig. Und an Dich.
© Herbert Nehrlich
Die Beschneidung
Ein kleiner Bulle stand im Stalleund witterte dort eine Falle.Der Tierarzt wetzte seine Klingendie Voeglein hoerten auf zu singen.Geplant war ein gar..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Dicks
Inside a toilet at the Zooa man was doing what they do,he always liked the fellow's sizeand feasted on him with his eyes.By chance though, through..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Dichotomy (By Rachel)
Here is another creation from the pen ofmy Protégée.To run, to seek to findTo leave to break, unbind.When it is lost at lastWhen all that's gone is..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Dic
What a beautiful baby he was,born with a healthy sucking reflex,noisy at night, winking Benny Hill-likeduring the day, making friends and fans,sailed..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Dew From You
That bloody dog!He barks and howlson Saturdays,when I need sleep.The night was shortand fumes rosefrom the crumpled bed,then fell back downonto the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Dew
A voice of substance,to pierce gray cirrus clouds,a disobedient angeldismissed by Godfor carnal acts,'twas morning thenand cold on earth.He sat..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Devil In Tuscany
The balmy airwas still, so still.And not a whispof breathdid dare appear.A solitary cloudragged as such,though notwhat one wouldin a mood of..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Detroit Turbulence
There lives, in cities like Detroitthe devil of the haemorrhoid.Perhaps the number of mobeelsthat is, those vultures on round wheels,makes easy work..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Destiny**
Not being Catholic nor Jew,I may not sitin that small chamber to confess,or cry my tearswhile grippingwith numb fingertipsthe wailing wall.I come to..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Destiny ^^
Not being Catholic nor Jew,I may not sitin that small chamber to confess,or cry my tearswhile grippingwith numb fingertipsthe wailing wall.I come to..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Destiny **
I thought of other things,of butcherbirds with wings.You rang, would you be gamefor coffee with a dame?I thought what is the usewould being a..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Destiny
It was his seventy-seventh jump.The ancient Cessna rumbled loudly.They checked their gearand willed their nerves to be deceived.All shutes did open..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Despair
A yellow fog had come,unbidden,its colour reminiscent ofsweet cotton candy.Its tiny droplets soothinghis burning skinand hiding from his viewtwo..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Desert Games
And the moon hesitated,on the way home, at shift's end,to look at heavy clouds of desert dustwhich seemed to travel atan ungodly rate of..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Desert Fox
I am like Rommel.The desert foxwho ended upas fall guy in the warbetween the vanityof Adolf Hitlerand the necessityto let the masseseat sausagesand..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Desert Flower
And do you hear it, from afarthe melody, so sweet and sad?It is not I who picked the starbut it is good and I am gladto stand here in the desert..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Der Verfruehte Geburtstag
Zu diesem Thema muss ich sagendass an so manchen Ehrentagenman sitzt und wartet auf die Postbei einem kleinen Glaeschen Most.Kommt was so schmeckt..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Der Traum Von Der Blauen Blume
He'd walked toall the corners of the globe,in search of it,a flower, bluesuperior tothe Alpine Edelweiss.Dressed in his khaki suithe left no stone..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Der Tod Des Pfarrers
When guardian angels failed you in the very endyou counted silently lest youngsters overhear,you sensed inside you how this time you would not..
© Herbert Nehrlich