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").
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
Dear John
The postman rang,not once but twice,his Irish Twangsounds pretty nice,delivering to affluentsbeats 'cross the trackswhere they have stashed the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Dear Fag
Dear cigarette, are you my friend?Your lovely smiles, are they for me?The filter on your other end,does it protect, is it the keyto disallowing..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Dead In Bed (Haiku)
He stayed in his bedon that beautiful morningbecause he was dead.And no matter howthey had yelled and screamed loudlyhe stayed dead, proudly.
© Herbert Nehrlich
De Ribbe
Die Rippe ist schon wieder gutkein Schmerz behindert nun das Leben.Zum Rolfie geht's mit frohem Mut,es heilt noch mehr der Saft der Reben.Und brichst..
© Herbert Nehrlich
De Forum
I will say that this place is a cesspool of crapand the maggots wear shit-eating grins.Though some members can boast of a gift of the gapit takes..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Daughter
She left because it wasthe thing to do, she said.We were so many years behind.To make her own mistakesshe would be sure to notrepeat things of our..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Das Ergebnis
Die Verhandlungen waren im Gange.Mit schlauem Eifer legten sie sich,voran der Schoeffe mit den grossen Taschen,ins Zeug, es war viel mehr als nur..
© Herbert Nehrlich