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").
Shivers
I feel rivers of shiversflow from nape of the neckdown to velvet that quiverscome, Toulouse-Lautrec!Are there words like God blessintertwined in the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Shifty Eyes
Their eyes are rather shiftythey have been caught out coldI find it pretty niftythat I'm the one they toldthat cheating could be doneit's what they..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Sherries
I love those nuts among the berries,but loathe all butts among the Sherries.Let's measure humans by their kindnessall lack of zinc may lead to..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Shepherd's Sonnets
Just received from a friend in old Leedsa small book that's fulfilling some needs.Not a bee in a bonnetbut a gaggle of sonnets.She is known for her..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Shepherd
There once was a poet named Shepherd,he had spots like the African Leopard.once a year he partakesof two huge Kobi Steaksand he likes them..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Shelling Mistake
He did remember from his basic traininghow to propel a handgrenade and droponto the ground and shield his eyes and face.But nerves play tricks on..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Sheets
I missed you, little one, twas spirits of the dreamsI rolled and rolled out of your hold, so far away from youstared at the ceiling, spiderwebs and..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Shearers For Life
Lonesome and hot,covered with dustthe Hilton it's notand the work is a must.The shearer bends downin the heat of the dayand he earns the sweet..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Shearer
First light of dawn, just out of bed,the scorpion sharpens all his claws.He lives inside the shearer's shedhere, in the land of lucky Oz.When Cecil..
© Herbert Nehrlich
She Was Opium
She did look smashing in her uniform,from El Al Air, and based in Frankfurt nowI had considered it, naively, to be normto chase all females and I..
© Herbert Nehrlich
She Tripped
A lady who loved her adventureswas an expert on stocks and debentures.She was chased by a beedislocated her knee,hit the ground and lost both of her..
© Herbert Nehrlich
She Slept
Born as a wombat circumstance decreedthat I would metamorph into a moth.Which is, (admit it) nothing but the needof some religious and so ancient..
© Herbert Nehrlich
She Looked Old
That damned tooth gave me truckloads of curryand I had to reluctantly goto the dentist, her name was Doc Murrayin the town of Antonio.She was old and..
© Herbert Nehrlich
She Is The Sea
She has the most uncanny knackto stiffen my resolve, though neverhave I laid my glacial roving eyesupon her flesh, desirous it must be.I am reduced..
© Herbert Nehrlich
She Is No Poet - But A Poem
I thought that I would never finda better poet with a mindthat works in strange but fertile fieldsand throws at us the stuff it yieldsbut then you..
© Herbert Nehrlich
She Does So!
She Does So!She'd always liked cones, in fact all things cylindrical.Nothing though beat the cream-filled cats' tongues,double-filled, of course and..
© Herbert Nehrlich
She Does
The grip was practiced and secure,an ambience of her humid heat,she'd tamed a wandering troubadourand found this luxury retreat.She liked him passive..
© Herbert Nehrlich
She Came Back That Night
The sign said COLD ROOM in bold letters.The hometown cemetery neededa storage place for the departedto rest their worn out bones three days.Stone..
© Herbert Nehrlich
She
....and when you asked me to lie backI didn't have a clue, of course...I thought we'd paused along the trackto rest our bones,but no remorse and no..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Shattered
A crash destroyed my happy dream,it must be glass that loudly shattered,turns out a palm frond that I'd left,just slightly yellow, and preparingto..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Sharing The Load
Spouse cleans the showerand son only fishes,I have the powerto do all the dishes.I'm no one who hasobligations to meetit's just the pizzazzthe desire..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Sharing Sorrow
How easy just to laydisturbing matter of your lifeonto this giant podium,in hopes that others mightby reason of sheer numbers,take a look and shed a..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Shame On Us
There's stroke, then cancer and infection.Could all the experts be so wrong?That even after much reflectionthey grin and sing the same old song.Well..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Shame
There is a war we had to wagewe do it well on open stage.The weapons no one can defyour reasons based on one big lie.There is concern and..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Sexology
May I give you this roseto reward your raw beauty,and may I come close?I would make it my dutyto inspect all your featureswith a critical eye.I must..
© Herbert Nehrlich