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").

Botched

There was no surgeon on the continentwhose skills were, in the least, comparable.He stood now, as in trance, above the bowels,just staring at the..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Border Incident

I huddled there, inside a drumthat stank of rancid oils and rotten fish.So close to freedom, nudging now the gate,my legs were cramped and toes..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Border Easement

It was a simple barricade,Arabic letters, exclamation marks,a hot, oppressive wind, pregnantwith stinging sand and camel dung.Passport control in..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Booze

My mother said 'if you drink boozeyou soon will sing your private blues'.Just buttermilk and herbal teawas what she saw as good for me.I drank my..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Boomann

I once knew a wuckfit named Boomannwho was dumber than bugers of Trumanhe had someone write wordsand went back to his turdsno one figured that..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Bonjour Vengeance

Clear lines are in existence,the gray ones drawn by Luciferwheras God's lines are black and white.Too many venture near and thenwithout a further..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Bonjour Tristesse

The day was triste,gray clouds adriftlike bags of crumpled rags,and through the wipers camethe image he had feared.Portrait of la jeunesse,small..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Bondage

In the beginningyou left me, no warningother than the slammingof the solid timber door.All in all, you did returna dozen times or more,and always..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Bon

I was hoping to seean Earl Gray cup of tea.when I woke but it wasjust a cupful of awes.So I asked my dear friendfor the Indian Blendbut it tasted..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Bombs In The Outback

In the town of Oodnadattaand the one called Paramattalive the weirdest little guystwo inch short are shins and thighsheads of supersize..

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Bombs

At first they thoughtthat on that daythe sun had simply,just that once,slept in, due to the stressof shining, being there,on that demanding job.The..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Boese Worte

Lacking genetics, empty her head,age bringing changes without any grace,dinner for one and alone in her bedlifting the flabbies, also the face.Ashes..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Boats Passing In The Night

I look for any sign,dark pupils hopeas shades of gray appear,blurs growing into blue,and it is really you.My darling when you writeI sleep and dream..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Blushes

That day I was in such a rushI did not see her lovely blush.How much they blush in the deep Southis quite unknown, but her sweet mouthcould not..

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Blue Velvet

The snout was occupied,just plowing over groundthat had been plowed before.No truffles could be found,though roots would do.Treasured for all their..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Blue Eyes

Death did persuade me,sweet promises of love.I woke and found myselfin soft embrace of armsthat had awaited me.Her kisses pointed, longingly,at eyes..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Blubber Visits The Dance Hal

At first I thought she waltzed,but then I saw the error ofmy observation powers.She waddled, all that blubber,garnished with shoulder pads,covert..

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Blown Away

But then she could not stay,the one with regal confidence.She sang the song of naked innocenceand all my cares were, in the end,just blown away.

© Herbert Nehrlich

Bloomin' Mongrel

I must surely confessthat this comment is truemay ye Gods come and blessChristmas Day just for you.As the day leaves behindall its sounds and the..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Bloodshed

I had to close the book of mankind's history,it told of many wars, of bloodshed and of torture,describing in disturbing but extensive detail,how one..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Blind Chook

A blind henwill,undoubtedly,findthe occasional grain.Even ifblindand deafand paraplegic,as well asfull ofhatred,ignored byroosters andother..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Bless You

They stood, in little groups,heads bowed as if about to pray,while urgent steps strode pastthrough sliding doors besmudgedwith tons of fingerprints..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Bleeding

At what stage, so I ask myselfdoes bleeding get to bea real problem.Go ask the doctor,so she saysand that would bethe proper thing to do.The coronary..

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Blast

Just wait, my loveall flowers willsoon go to sleepinside their beds.The cloud of gashas been releasedit travels slowbut with a mindthat must eraseall..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Blackmail

My friends, I really must confessmy life has been a sordid mess.She bought, at Pierre's, a brand new dressit was expensive, can you guess?She nags me..

© Herbert Nehrlich