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 Day She Died
It was a scary, bumpy ride.The driver wore a uniform,They raced with purpose through the night,through lightning strikes and thunderstorm.At last the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Day Of Papa's Funeral
And there we stood, the family,foremost in black and closed off faces.Then sevenhundred folks from town,they all had come to give respectone final..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Dadaist And The Cockatoo Proctologist
A French-Guinean Dadaisthad studied in Tasmania,a cockatoo proctologistwho hailed from Lithuania....they caught each other's roaming eyeand soon..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Curse Of Statistics
I say the science of statisticsresembles that of plain ballistics.A science only by its nameyet a BIG player in the game.Look at a courtroom, experts..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Crust Of The Sweetiepie
...and if YOU are the crustand I am the fillingI would think that you mustbe so ready and willingto be closer to methan the dot on the iand I like..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Crackpot (For Jake Hassler)
She carried on a bamboo poletwo pots to the old water hole.One pot was cracked, it leaked a bitthe peasant though was very fit.She walked as fast as..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Cork
Abandoned by the wayside lay a corkwearing a hint of purple Beaujolais.And dreaming of the life force of a storkhe had, because of spirits, lost his..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Cook
A cook stood in the kitchenand stirred Hungarian Stew.His wife was always bitchin'that's all this marriage knew.One day the cook was cookingand tired..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Contest
But coming back was different,they carried him between the twohe'd swallowed forty-seven pies,the contest had been won for himbut now the bloat had..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Conqueror
He rode his Palomino mareas if the cold of morning hadimmobilised his blood-stained bodyinto a town of empty housesand vacant stares in acrid..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Concert
On Christmas Day we go to town,to meet at lovely Staffort Park.To honour there -in cap and gownthree scholars in the fading dark.As Homeless Day it's..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Computerdoctor
Dear Doctor, would you tell me pleasewhy your computer gets attention.I came to you with MY disease,you listened vaguely, not to mention,your..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Computer Doctor
Her hands were deft,well manicured and slenderthe keyboard leftone click 'return to sender'.It was a fragile chair,but she was thinthe fragrance of..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Comfort Of Distance
What is a man who hesitates and hideswhen faced with great adversity of friend, or youan inner voice out for survival is what guideshis actions in..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Cocoon
He sat, surrounded by the sadness ofthe weeping willow tree,its branches touched his hairand stroked his cheeks, due to the breeze.She'd grown so..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Cinderella Shoe
There was a letter in the mail,I dreamed that night abouta woman named Tara McHale.Although there were those lips that pout,it was the presence of a..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Choice Is Simple
Today I will present a lesson to you all,I am concerned about your faith in Medicine,you see physicians next to God, astute and tall,not as a phony..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Child
A people whoadores its motherswill travel on a cloudof high esteem.Blessed by mothers,and crowned by God'smost precious gift,as it pours outof love's..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Chief's Kidney Problem
The chief had trouble then to peethey gave him some iuniperi.It's like a broom with sharpened bristlesit sweeps the kidneys and it whistlesthrough..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Cause Of Drought
A raindropp travelled all alonedevoid of even one dry bone,his mission was to reach the groundwhere he would make a splashing soundA wind came up and..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Cataract Operation
The needle is formidablenow that the patient sees it.A prick in a few placesthe eyeball is surroundedwith seas of novocaine.The scalpel next, a..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Caged Lion
I hate this cage.They tricked meas I was goingand comingbut mostly restingin the shaderight in the centreof my savannah.The womanfolk,as is the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Business Of Religion
There is, to my extreme dismaya movement in this miseryof people's thoughts that will betraythe foul religious industry.I stared into the looking..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Bum Sentry
She went out for a run and a weenot a soul that the eye could see,when she crouched in the grasssomething bit her cute assand a dozen of drops hit..
© Herbert Nehrlich
The Bull
I'd teased the Bull so many times,all grown-ups warned he might get loose.His heavy chain assured me ofmy overwhelming power then.Yes, he was bigger..
© Herbert Nehrlich