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").
Salmon
Salmon conquer frigid fallsbears and beavers, Nature calls.Grizzly's reach is quick and surewaters foaming, cold and pure,countless seedlings seeking..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Salivary Glands
So let me now reveal to you my friendwhat I consider sin, the word is oft misused,so many tend to twist and squirm and bendto please the Gods, who..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Saliva
It is the leaves I do remember best,though mostly maple, there were elms as well,we sat and froze, my hand was on your breastand listened to the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Sales Ethics
The salesman looked at me and grinned.'You make me laugh, you really do.The question is, can I sell windto unsuspecting buyers, youought to admit..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Said Watson
It turns out now, my manyour Watson bloke was right.He neither listened thennor did he once consider;he knew, innatelyand he saw no neednone at all..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Saddam's Poem
At first he came with giftsand money for the bankhe pointed out the riftsamongst our folks, that Yank.He promised me a palaceof purest amethystback..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Saddam, The Earwig
An earwig who had found his wayinto an ear, was there to stay.He ate the hair and all the waxthen settled back, just to relax.Half snoozing he went..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Sad Again I Was
I am SAD now. Determinedto stay that way for years to come.May not again unsadden myself.Outside forces may not succeedI am so sadly now in love..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Saanen Kid
While crossing the Snoqualmie Riveron foot near frosty Holtershausen,a settlement of faithful Amishwas milking cows in drafty barns.A gust of wind..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Ruthie's Hands
I love your hands, Ruthie, those finely crafted bones,your alabaster skin and all the squiggly lines,can't read them though but know about the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Ruthie, Ann, Carol And Rachel
Ruthie, Rachel, Ann and Carolslept inside a cider barrel.It was summer and quite hot,though permission they had not.Came, on foot a travelling..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Ruthie And Hoibel
Hoibel was allowed to goin the playground, get to knowall the kiddies on the blockHoibel did receive a shock;blond and pretty, named Ruth Annplayed..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Russian Recreation
He liked his Sunday afternoons,only the privileged deservedthe sanctuary of a datshaout in its splendid isolation.Hot lava rocks, reflecting heatof..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Rupert's Envy
Envy is the colour greenlike a tasty garden bean.Some of us are colourblind,if they aim to go and findtasty beans, they cannot standveggies from a..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Running George
Big George, enthusiast in Sports,a budding athlete, well of sorts,placed in his running shoes small springsit was as if he'd grown some wings.He..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Running Backpressure
Trot, trot, slap, slap, trot, trot, slap, slaplone highway, it is hotand lots of inner strength on tapa marathon it's not.Those training runs I used..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Rubik's
There once was a lady with boobs,she was smitten with Rubik's Cubes.Her old man would molestas he was second-bestwhile she played, so she tied off..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Rubbers
She tried to fit it, it was her idea,unpack and roll it on it said, a snap,well snap it did but it would not unrollshe lost her cool and while she..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Royals
And top of the morning to you, Sir!How this turd, wearing the Queen's ragscould justify the nerve.After the Royal horse farted (it was her) ,they ate..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Royal Thoughts
There's talk againof a republic, Jeeesus.A lad named Turnbull,rich and so recalcitrantnow in the forefront ofa movement, perhaps doomed.The head of..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Roses For Feet
A rose of any colour smells as sweetas you, with the exception of your feet.May I suggest you plant inside your shoessome roses, blacks and reds and..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Roses
Red roses ripen, fruits for eyes in loveI pick just one, so velvety, dishevelledand hold you close to stubbles of the pastthere is a kinship here, of..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Rosepetals
When you leftyou said little.No clueto where yourtiny feetwould carrythat lasciviousand uniquephysique.So I was leftto followthe trail ofrose..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Rosel
You couldn't know it:It was your very last.It tasted just like Amarone should.And, had you knownwould you have had a blastthat night,to celebrate the..
© Herbert Nehrlich