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 Operation
Slowly, meticulously breathingwithdraws his hand with the small bladea bleeder now, nipped in the budcompartment syndrome is a maybe.The men in green..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The One Tear You May Miss
Your heart keeps beating in your chest,incessantly. And thank you, God.The only time it gets to restis when it's working, which is odd.So many things..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The One
It was not my idea,to meet with you.I did, though thingswere helter skelter,as you know.I needed teeth,and slimming down,I'd let myself relaxand go..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Old Recluse
Those frigid mornings by the creekpull gently on my peasant's blouse.A rainbow trout is what I seekthe favourite breakfast of my spouse.A baby's..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Oak Was Strangely Neutral
A frosty morning of new Spring,just before the ancient copper bellcommenced its plaintiff soundssending them from the monasteryinto the countryside..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Nirwana Cave
I am a wanderer, I hikethe world around me, and all per pedes,they did suggest a mountainbike,some even said a big Mercedes.One day I had just left a..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Nightgown
It was their wedding nightand things would be alright.As they undressed she saidplease, love, do turn your head.But what she saw was smalland..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Night Pot
If you get old in Germany,and in the night you have to pee,remember, they have a traditionto master this nocturnal mission,a pot of porcelain is..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Night My Father Died
I wasn't home that stormy nightthe fragrance of pink Frangipani hadforever captured me, that bittersweetmagician of soft velvet, alightagainst the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Night Is Black My Friend
And once again, I linger.Dark is the nightin Southern landsbut finding it, unerringlyis what the gods decreedwill be unalienable, just for mea right..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Nicer
He intimated that he hadpenultimate authority,though never did he say so.And what they call in televisiona 'nicer', he would beimpeccably..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The New Pope - Who Is He
Well, as I tried to tell youthe Pope would be electedby money, not by valueor pious thoughts detected.So Cardinal Sir Joefrom old Bavaria's..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The New Car Deal
'But do not come to Daddy,crying, come Monday morningexpecting to pay what I offer youright here and now, so come,do sign the papers if you..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Narrow Ledge
I like itwhen you pour,it seemsthat alljust flowsstraightfrom the heart.
© Herbert Nehrlich
trap, cunning, peril, survival
She stretched her legs in the green grasssurrounded by fresh bovine gasyou know, they always chew their cudand wander through the grass and mud.She..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Mousetrap
A mouse looked through a tiny crackto see the farmer and his spousewho opened what she had brought backfrom shopping back here to the house.'What..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Mother Of All Tides
And as the soundsof liquids gushingsubsided, a humwas clearly heard.So like the foreign chantof devils' disciples,all hoarse in voicemade of..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Mormon
Who discovered the surgeon's shamwhen he cut on the working class manand what was inherently wrongin a man so chipper and stronghe came in and they..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Morality Of Euthanasia
So does Philosophy then, suffer fromthe superficiality of its apparent softness?Or do you find it harsh, my friend, and cold,its objectivity a front..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Mistake
Admitting diagnosis wasa major heart attack.She did receive the best of careand died that night.No one had thought to check her lungs.A giant..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Missionary's Weapon
The missionary stood,out in the clearing,as if frozen, motionless.Two lions had arrived,the midday sun was hot,he saw a group of zebras,grazing on..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Missionary
I met a missionary the other day.He floated into the reception,with an invisible entourageof holiness and altruistic pride.Wrapped in a thousand..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Missing Elf
It was upon a timewhen little boy named Poohad ventured out to climbinto the City Zoo.He went inside the cagethat housed a dozen monkeysthey flew..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Mirror
A mirror hung upon a wall.A man, quite handsome, also tallstepped up to look inside the glassand gave himself the nod, the pass.He saw exquisite..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Mine
He called her 'Silly-Putty'since that Septembermorning.He'd clamped his iron fistaround her eager ankle.She'd cried her tears of rageinto the river..
© Herbert Nehrlich