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").
Painting Toes
I painted on hard collagen today,a vivid blue and silver was at hand,with steady fingers, dancing in a playattempting in my mind to understand.They..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Padlock Thief
A padlock hung,so big and stoutdown from the shed of Mr. Trout.It guarded there with all its sensestwo rather big Mercedes Benzes.One day a thief..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Packing Cases Of Farmiliarity
We have a small garden, it's a picket fence patch,where the leaves are aglitter with silversoft dew.In the morning sun, sprinkles, oh so sweetly to..
© Herbert Nehrlich
P/H Blues
At first you look without successinside the inbox, what a mess!But no one sent you any newsso is it time for P/H Blues?Then you wake up and do..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Oz
This is the land where citrus flowers grow,where happy fishes jump in to your eager boat,where kangaroos are humming, always on the goand little dogs..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Overheard
'So many sick and feeble folks! 'the healthy person notes and jokes.The patient says: 'I sure can tellthat almost everyone is well.'Thus it's ironic..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Overboard
Early morning, while rolling rather sideways,remaining for a minute on your side,I turn my back on starched, but lonely satin.It was to be OUR cruise..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Ovarian Exchange
No trap awaits yet tendons squeezea second uvula to tease,all newborn life caressed by tonguenew nectar as the leak has sprung.The shimmer of sweet..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Outback Soul
On a Sunday afternoon,when temperatures soaredin the Australian outbackhe sat, silently on a termite hilltrusting the high voltage linesto shield and..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Outback Crime
They were at first perceivedas the fresh winds of change.Though change is a rare animal out westbut when they woke, twas not to be believeda firewall..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Out Yourself - Not
Inside a pond, and underwaterthere lived a creature, with her daughter.They carried both their residencesthough minus any picket fenceswherever they..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Out Of The Tube
Only one eye remained.Though she was calmand did not seem to worryabout the loss at all.She had been yankedout of the subway car,by confidence and..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Out Of Afrika
I Telekha of Afrika,need sex in urgency,I send the measure now,my friend, he tailor, takeththe long and wide of,and is no lie for him,I help brek..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Out Back By Myself
So, when the stressesand demandsof my small worldbeleaguer me,when silly easementscommandeered by menin emperor's clothes,when,just before the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Our Window
'Twas simply yesterdayyou'd steppedup to the window pane,and sawthat all opacitieshad vanished,you could seeinto the cloudsof all tomorrows.You must..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Our Windmill
Down by the sea it stands, like majestyhuge arms go round and round and round,what drives this, people wonder, near the seait stands, a tower with..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Our Plastic Heart
Those days were filled, of coursewith youthful, selfish things,time meant so little then,it hung, like rings of smokeabove, in Minnesota air.You gave..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Our Place
White puffs of steam rose in the valley at the forest's edgewhile from the peaks of milky mountains trickled rivulets of wet.His senses stirred now..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Our Own Way
We held our handsjust you and me.And gave our vows.No kidding.We do our dance,just you and me.Not East, nor West,nor North or South -we welcome no..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Our New Windowsill
So there you are, my mothI welcome you,you land upon my windowwishing you could comeinsideand near the fireplaceyou'd stretch your legs,while..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Our New Journal
As time goes by the knowledge treegrows little thorns,to pierce the hearts of what may bedogmatic horns.So many books and journals tooon human..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Our New Ace
A tiny hole is all it takesand if not sealed it soon will leak,the Lord rewards no silly fakesyou know, of course, of whom I speak.If there was once..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Our Moths
I gladly tell I am a moth,I dwell on windowsills,my home is in the Land of Froththere's valleys and green hills.No vodka will stand in my wayno germs..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Our Love Is More
I know how many havein lives long pastimagined that their loveexceeded expectationseven of the gods,and, due to circumstanceand plain..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Our Heart - Renewed
I made a heart for us again, my love.Here on the beach.It has our names inside,is within reach.It's our heart, my sweet,just made for us to..
© Herbert Nehrlich