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").

Six Brave Men

JUMP! ! ! !We were actually,-No Shitgoing to do it.Six of us,trainedon a tower.Above the clouds,in a Focker,modified but noisy.Fear was..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Sis

She's always been my favourite girl,although a kin, as they would say,a boy who'd stand in her defenseand told his buddies that she wasalways off..

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Sir Smithereens Wears Jockey Classic Y's

A fan I was of checkered boxer shorts,have been since June the year of sixty three,inside the changing room (I did do sports)they split and set the..

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Sinne

Wer nachts die Ohren offen haelthoert wie des Nachbar's Huendchen bellt.Und faellt er in das Reich der Traeumedann saegt der Ehepartner Baeume.Es ist..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Singing Practice

Uncle Julius had a ballhe-i-he-i-ho.Lost the other in a fallhe-i-he-i-ho.Aunt Matilda was so fathe-i-he-i-ho.Chairs were flattened when she..

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Simple Sally (Haiku)

One error only,the traffic cop was tired.He got run over.They did replace himthis one was really hyper.He caused collisions.Superintendent,all set to..

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Simba The Lion

A lion, male and fully fedwas resting in a tractor shed.He had misplaced his hat of strawand did not like his skin too raw,and as you know the..

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Silverfish

A silverfish is not a fishalso not part of any quiche.It lives in houses below parthat's where the roaches also are.So grab the mop and fullstrength..

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Silver Coins

Silver coins piled on the tablejust enough to get him throughnights of sleeping in the stableworking daylights with the crew.He had killed the great..

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Silly Season

It is the silly season.How can you tell?It is when rhyme or reasonare not too well.It's when they dump new petsat city shelters,and snugly drink cold..

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Silly Boys Against Rhyme

Let us welcome the past and embrace the old masterssee Herr Goethe and Schiller and rhyme,not the modern, incompetent line-breaking blastersof a..

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Silence Of

I realise that you,in your predicamentcould not preventthe crime all by yourself.And, in the end it waswhat experts sawas human laissez-faire,a most..

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Silence In The Closet

Come out, come out, wherever you areare you clever and shout happy drinks in the bar?I've been looking for you in the closet ten timeseven sang all..

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Sight

The retina, a part of usmakes men observe, without a fussactivities in all our livesand the deerières of other's wives.One hundred twenty million..

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Sigh*

The rocks rest near the wavesand in the skulls perhaps,a fisherman who bravesthe storm clouds without mapsleaves yesterday behindits monumental lie,a..

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Sigh

There once was a blueberry pie,it would make many little kids cry.But it wasn't the fruitthat was found in disputebut the talentless baker named Sigh.

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Sick Of This Place

It would be, I knew, a frosty day,the milkman grunted his usualand always hasty as a buzzing flygreeting to me, scruffy fellow he is,told him again..

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Shysters

There comes, around the bend a shysterclear eyes, smart suit and pink bow tie.Vest pocket carries Jaegermeisterfive hundred mil, to get him by.He is..

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Shower

There was only a noteon the living room door,and in lipgloss she wrote'I can't take it no more.'I had seen it all writtenon the dimly-lit wall,if I..

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Short Story

There once lived, in the forest greena tribe whose attitude was mean.They killed and maimed and robbed the menwho wandered by in groups of ten.Word..

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Short Limerick

On the raft there was Huckleberryon that day he was udderly merry.As a bit of a pighe was fond of the bigmomma mias of Lady Sherrie.

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Short Haiku

Yet the big bad wolfwas a gentleman deep down.He shared his victims.And the little lambwas lost deep in the forestThat's where they shared him.And..

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Short And Sweet

A poem from the pen of Rachel,who has kindly allowed me to refer to heras my protégée:_______________________________________Kiss me 'til I'm..

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Shooting Stars

Sometimes, you ramble on,I turn my head to youso that all sounds receivedcome only through the left,from which they pass insideand take up..

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Shooting Sta

Still waiting by the garden shed,no miracle has happened yet.I wonder if she's gone to bedor if her father will not lether meet me this..

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