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").
Der Tod
Graue Haare, viele FaltenZaehne kaum noch welche da,bald schon nennt man uns die AltenOma, Opa, Opappa!Joggen nur im Sauseschrittund der Tod joggt..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Der Schieber
Ein paar Zeilen fuer Dich hier, mein Lieberwie ich hoer sitzt Du gern auf dem Schieber.Aber iss, Jung' Du musstwisch sie weg, diese Frustdenn sonst..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Der Ochse
Ein Ochse sagt zu einer Kuhnun hoere doch mal endlich zu,es stimmt man hat mich arg beschnittenschon lange bin ich nicht geritten,doch juckt's mich..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Der Kranke Mann Und Das Kind
Mit weissem Bart und Mantel, lodengruensass er, verloren in Gedanken auf der Bank.er wollte sich ein letztes Mal bemueh'ndoch innen sprach die..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Der Atheist Und Der Grizzly
Ein Atheist ging einst spazierenim Wald, umgeben von den Tieren.Er sagte vor sich hin, wie schoensind diese Baeume die da steh'n.Und auch die Fluesse..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Der Alte
Big and Tall,with aformidable mind.Full of talentand always searching to findall of life's answersby the end of today.And demanding, oh my!'Study..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Depression For Gold
He rode a nervous Palomino through the gate,tail bound, a braid, a silly flaxen coat of arms,the sun was setting and he knew it would be latebut..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Departure
I see you standing,there at the Qantas jet.Next day it will be landingas if we'd never met.A cold November gustexpands your summer coat.And yes..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Dental?
A man can stand to be called mentalby others being quite judgmental.Though being docile, kind and gentleis usually coincidental.
© Herbert Nehrlich
Democracy
And will there be Democracy,where words are blown to pieces,same as people who would speakinstead of praying on a matof peaceful colour, knitted..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Delusional
I think the chuckle is all mine,and if it ain't then nothing's lostas some of us drink noble wineand others shudder at the costthus are condemned to..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Deliverance
The nurse had left himto his thoughts and the IVof 'doing something' fluid,and still, his undiminished painthat dreadful night,when he could hear..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Delicious Again
And so we meet again.There is an essencethat is woven inlike fabric in the human life,it nurtures alldoes not discriminate'gainst wanton sinand never..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Deleted Poem
The system did not like to seemy fingers hit the wipe-out key.Delete, it seems is left to thosewho have a super-touchy nose.Use words like...well..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Defeat (Haiku)
I understand now.I am an inconvenience.Beneath the carpet.And you, my mother,you walk within his shadowso who are you, then?You've chosen wisely,it..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Defeat
Uncle Sam is not respected,Europe burns its Yankee flag.Jewish humour well deflectedMatzoballs in musty drag.Muslims show their..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Deceit
It was a single dropp of dewfirst scraped together by tiny feetof two Rockhampton bugs,that fell into the eye of the untamed shrewwho, not the kind..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Debbie's Old Farm
There is a certain eerie charmein darkness on my father's farm.And I shall miss those countless hours,the sunny days and sudden showers,the rooster's..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Death Prediction Of A Scholar
I predict here todaythat a man known to all,who was cut, as they say,will in 18 months fall.They repair what ain't brokefor the money I guess,if you..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Death Of Another Soul
They sat around the bed,as if it were required to be smallin confrontation with the Deathof one more soul, a relative at that.What were they waiting..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Death Of A Child
You came into our lives,I can still heart the patterof wrinkled feet, so soft.You could not staybut needed to say, fleetinglyFarewell, before the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Death In Clover
He rested in a field of cloverwhen death came down and looked him over.The clover made him look light greenwhich is exactly the right sheenthat..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Death Be Proud
When age and all its dried up mastershave finally caught up with you,though you're not ready for disasters,'is this seat ta...how do you do? 'You..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Death - Bed Or Chair?
My father felt unwell that day.he'd tripped on cobblestones.It was expected that he restin bed his weary bones.And in the morning hours, colddeath..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Death
She smiled the smilethat only flowers knowwhile dew drops felland petals openedto frosty windsof early Spring.She knew of timeits mangled endyet gave..
© Herbert Nehrlich