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 Milky Way
It was the first timethat I had decidedthis life was not for me.I stood on topof an old castle's citadel.And tried with honourand determination's..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Mighty Pen
One day the pen sat at the deskinside a house, the town of esk.All pens, by nature, are inclinedto lie in wait until the mindwakes from its slumber..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Mask
Free as a bird she said we'd bekindred our spirits, happy and free.Colourful feathers, warm blooded birds,vapours of pride and the silence of words.
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Man Who Went North To Get A Hat
I heard. And at first light I leave,Siberian fox may be the best,I know a babushka near Vladshe'll stitch it into something very warm,and it will..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Malitan
The malitan came to this townand played for kids the foreign clown.He pulled the pin so suddenlyand made them all be gone and free.The elders..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Madness Of Trying To Be A Poet
I am a private personwhen it comes to cars.I pick her up through liberationfrom the merchant crookand we are marriedon the journey home.And, thus it..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Low Fat Doctor
'It's your cholesterol', the specialist said wisely,'we humans cannot eat fat meat and all those eggs,so many heart attacks and strokes are caused..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Lovely Frigate Bird From My Past
I was the captain standing on the bridgesurrounded by the waters of the sea,on the horizon, on a lonely granite ridgeremained the memory of all it..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Lounge
You lie with me, my love,be still I sayand do not speakwhile I beginto bathe your twinsin warmth and pheromones.Your hands now restso gingerlyupon my..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Lost Flock
The Cantadora came as it was custom,at night to tell about the flock abandoned.It seems the sheep had left their shepherd,not through a sense of loss..
© Herbert Nehrlich
muse, writing, selfcriticism, irony
Rubies are red, frostbite is bluecold in your head, catching the flu?Having a drink, Turkey on icelusting for pink, liquified rice.Blood seeping out..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Little Poet
The little man inside my skullwho makes me write some rather dulland even boring diatribeshas just this morning sent some vibesthat as of yesterday..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Little People
I had a dream today,my afternoon siestahad only just begunand I had drifted off,when noises from the alley,where cats and vermin live,commenced their..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Little Hyena
Three males were facing offwith a hyena during dinner.It was the little creature's single coughthat turned the closest male into a grinner.Just as..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Linguist
I knew a cunning linguisthe'd go each Friday to get pissed.Once on a Saturday he lickeda tiny glandula that ticked.He liked the taste much more than..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Linden Tree
At the fountain by the gatea Linden tree stays all alone.Its shadow gave me sanctuaryfor many lovely dreams.I carved into its rough old skinmany a..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Lift Was Out
The lift was out, and people walkeddown from the thirteenth floorsome also went (but never talked)upstairs which was a chore.I had a meeting with the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Legend Of Sigmund Freud
There once was a doctor named Freud.He was sure that a man could avoidany troubles of mindor the bodily kindif he listened to Doctor Floyd.So Sigmund..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Last Sunset
And, when the time comesthat the sun, that always haswarmed body, soul and mind,that showed, a heavenly lanternall roads available, to choosethough..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Last Page
He flipped through them, just page by pagethe archives of his life, god-given and precise.Skin peeling off arthritic fingers at this stageingested..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Last Night Of The Longhorns
And once upon another time,when all the animals hadsettled their minordisagreements overthe shameless animal,you know,the one with the long fur,the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Last Good Bye
Next time, he said, his face a grinwe'll meet up there, unless you sintoo much. How many did you sayten thousand miles to Coral Bay?My days of..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Last Days Of Ww Ii
It was an early bird,this straggler of the sun,a ray of gold with millionsof teensie diamonds,suspended like a milky wayand warming the old paneand..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Lard Feast
A rooster, feathered and well fedwas sitting on his waterbed.He swayed and felt some vertigothe cause of which is hard to know.His favourite hen, who..
© Herbert Nehrlich
mythology, tide, longing, resurrection
They had, two human beingstransported him out to the edgeof Laramie, Wyoming. That night.And, after taking his few bucksdecided that it would not be..
© Herbert Nehrlich