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").
Mubashir
The name's Mubashir, he was only five.They said he'd grow up like the rest of Allah's men.To keep our western human culture well alive,we'd have to..
© Herbert Nehrlich
M's Travels
Three hours until the first stop,it is called the Great Trans Tasman Hop,now the wait till past eight.Do not sleep, don't board late,soon your ears..
© Herbert Nehrlich
winter, solitude, wilderness, fairytale
Yes, Mrs. Smith I surely wouldhold hands with you if I just couldand with my innermost good feelingsI'd try to talk to you of healingsand how we must..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Mrs. President
Once upon a timethere was a landthat consisted of onlyice and snow.No plants would growand no footprintswere left by anyone.People livedin snow..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Mrs. Hodmenivascarhelicutashepuszta
She was old. Going on 97.Said she couldn't, for reasons unknownsleep the night through. Been like thatfor yonks, but worse now since the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Mr. Vicious
Each time I hear from Mister ViciousI call the name of Miss Delicious.She cheers me up and calms me downremoves my wrinkles and my frown.Next time..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Mr. Tweed
Gift of the gab now drives a cab.Ladies with nets and boys with bets.Stiff upper lip will pay no tip.Starts writing near the end of shift,pure..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Mr Michigan
I had this silly dream the other nightmusta been due to local surplus casket wine,I sat inside the luxury caboose,left Central Station for the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Moulin Rouge
Just looking,from the windowat puddleson La RueToulouse-Lautrec,chiffon in pinkand satin skirtsaccentuateface cream en matte,a hurried patterso..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Motives
I fobbed you off at first,'excellent question',I needed just a bitof time to find an answerthat would approach the truth.I love to help those..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Moths
Flutter, flutteron the window,letters will arrive so soon,Bringing newsof loved Berlinersthis is war,we love the moon.Morning spatinto the mist,wings..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Mother's Trip To California
We packed with care her special dressher just washed face showed heavy stress,she is, you know how mothers are,now in the air, her aim is far.Her son..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Mother's Smile
How vivid her quick smile,full years could not erasethe memory.The smile she woke me with,from midday naps.Today they sootheand come when cloudsand..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Mother's Funeral
It has been fun,she says at last.Pure shock spreadsquickly 'cross her face,from ear to ear.Yes, fifty years it's beenand time enoughfor shreds of..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Mother's Day
At eighty-fourshe is not old.Though she deniessome salient facts,I had just called herto say Hi,and also Happy Mother's Day,when, with an edgewithin..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Mother's Birthday
What is a house without a spouse,you may well ask and wonderwho'd clean the place and catch the mousethat came inside to ponderhow quickly he would..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Mothers
A mother is notwhat could pass for creation.It supersedes it.There can be no bondas strong and everlastingeven imagined.All things will..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Mother-In-Law
A WOMAN'S POEMHe didn't like the casseroleAnd he didn't like my cake.He said my biscuits were too hard...Not like his mother used to make.I didn't..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Mother Of Mine
She's still aroundas the indifferent areso fond of saying.It took decades for meto realise thatI may have reason to be,in more ways than one,seeing..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Mother Goose
The pillow cradled her gray locks,she dreamed about a goose,the night was cold and she wore socksof pleasant baby blue.When in the morning she..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Mother Carp
First was the violin,its plaintive melodyarousing drummerboybass cello, and the harp,they'd play a symphonyto drummerboy's sly grin.All little..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Moth-Er (For Grown Children)
A mousegray, speckled, hungry mothhad found the vicar's holy cloth.When darkness drifted from the spireshe started chewing the attire.Slid from the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Mother
The pilot was a friend of mine.He rushed to visit mother on her day.And mother had just chilled his favourite winewhen all the doorbells rang at once..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Mortgage Broker
There was never a good jokerjust a cheating mortgage broker,it was business as usual in L.A.Make your money just by cheatingbut some day you'll get..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Morning Has Broken
Morning has brokendown by the pierand you have spokendon't want me near.Morning is freezinghere by the bay,nevermore teasingyou cannot stay.Morning..
© Herbert Nehrlich