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").
The Preacher
There once was a preacher named Mack.He was tall and exceedingly black.He was caught with a maidin a state sponsored raidput inside and he hasn't..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Power Of Nothing
Inside a tree a squirrel sat,he was well-nourished, even fat.He spotted then the owl who, wise,was sought out by the forest's guysif information was..
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The Postman
Mama let the postman intook him to her bed,postman left her with a grinthis is what he said:Putting letters in a slotis a postman's lifebut this..
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The Postage Stamp
A postage stamp, handsome and malein a drawer, was fast growing stale.When two fingers reached intook him out of the tin,he was shaking and looked..
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The Pope Visits
Pope Benedikt, he flew first classprepared his Sydney Morning Mass.The plane went high, passed Planet Marsthat's where the Pope gave out cigars.He..
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The Polarbear's Ways
It was just one more timethat he would pack his gearand quickly kiss her lipsbefore he vanished in the night,alonely shadow in the snow.And by his..
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The Pleasures Of Kindred Spirits
A dog finds always a good reasonto scratch with pleasure, during season.All other times he sharpens clawsand licks the daylight off his paws.If there..
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The Plato Pledge
They had agreed, in fact it was a pledge.To honour all commandments, also thosethey still were unaware of. Near the edgewas, on her left, (he rested..
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The Plagiarist
He made, each day, another listsome late at night when he got pissed,a thousand books strewn all aroundnew phrases of old masters found.Of course, he..
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The Piper On Everest
At last I've made itto the roof ofour crazy world.No higher goalcan be attained,there is no mountainthat could offera nobler summit.And swaying now,a..
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The Pile Of Poo
A bus trip through the Northern Beaches,it slowed to fifty near the houses,the dark haired lady, one who teachesabout the past and thus..
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The Pig That Said Onk
I knew a pig that loved to wallowinside the swamp's Northeastern hollow.The pig had legs and grunted 'onk'and all the beasts did like the donk.But..
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The Pianoplayer
He sat, the window was wide openin front of the piano he despised,condemned to practice ten defiant fingersby parents, old and cruel and..
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The Photo
A photo graces the green treefor all the world to come and see,the combs silently her hairwhile the old moon can only stare.Now torn between the..
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The Pharmacist
Oh, John says Julie, please come byto meet my parents, don't be shy.A dinner has been planned, hoorayand late at night we two can play.What do you..
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The Petition
'Will you, Sir, sign this petition..yes I see you're going fishing,but this matter must be solvedso you need to get involved.''What the hell could be..
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The Perpetrator
He was a stubborn one,no one could tell him things,and, like a cranky Swiss,he made new rules for man,which, naturally, applied as wellto those who..
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The Perfumed Donkey
A donkey stood inside his box,and, looking down saw four white socks.As just that day the donkey's teacherhad said that socks ain't donkey..
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The Pelican (For Children)
A pelican sat by the pierwas waiting for some fishhe searched afar, he searched anearand made a secret wish.He sat there one entire dayjust hoping..
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The Peacepipe
If I were chicken I would blame it on the hormones.The androgens and company, and the testosterones.A freshly, not quite baked but budding poet,head..
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The Past - A Return
It was a bed of leaves,skunk cabbage to be exact.The urges have it, someone saidat that re-union in the smallest of,and rustiest of towns..
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The Pact - Hippo/Bandicoot
A teensie weensie bandicootwas chewing on a comfrey root.The bandicoot had inflammationbrought on by frequent masticationof fructose, glucose and..
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The Ouch (Children)
Doctor, doctor, how do you do?Come and meet Skippy, the gray kangaroo.Skippy and Joey, the one in the pouch,Joey fell out and she now has an..
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The Other Terrorists
Today, my friends, I'm telling yousomething that's shocking, though quite true.The governments are making listsof middle-Eastern terrorists.There's..
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The Origin Of The Holy See
The story, folks, may now be told.'Twas the winter, bloody coldand Joseph and Maria hadpicked out a name for the young ladwho now was really..
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