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").
Time?
Accept the past,sadness,tears.Suffering andshameful things.And remember,it all beganwithnothingbut dreamsand hope.You gave,though not your best,to..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Time**
Your pubic hairs did tickle,there on the grassy slopeI say all time is fickleit never talks of hope.We touched and talked for hoursthe minutes oozed..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Time Must End
Time has a habit in these partsto show that it's been craftedfrom tardiness and irresponsibility.Its unexpectedness akin to fartsand when it..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Time Games
Yes it is true time must (for man) keep marching on,there is no room for hesitation or arrears,yet I have found by chance the all surpassing con:it's..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Time (Limerick)
There is little of time we receiveand it never will grant a reprieve.If you take some, as suchnow and then (but not much) ,you will never have time..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Time - A New Lease?
Of all the things now in this worldI ask you God, could you arrangethat my own body, being hurledthrough time and space, into a strangeand distant..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Time
They say it flies.And is quite indistinguishablefrom money.Just like the tide,it cannot, will not waitfor man.Without a doubt, however,allowances are..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Timbuktu
He had, as Shakespeare saidat last he'd had it.He closed the book to makeas clean a sweep as he could do.It would, he hoped, clear up the acheallow..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Tilting And Dykes
I am not REALLY tilting at windmills.As a Dutchman I have to have, always,one finger in the hole of the dyke,it's an old tradition and one the rest..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Tiefgruendiges Zum Geburtstag (Schwester Erika)
Auf dass Du immer schaustund auf Dein Schicksal baust,bleib Dir im Herzen treunur so trennst Du die Spreuvon dem was nichtig sei.Gedanken sind nur..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Tide And Time
'Were you thinking of mewhen you wrote those lines? 'You asked me, my lovewith the casual voicethat just wants to make conversation.So I told you..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Throwing In The Towel
It's pleasing just to hear your voice,because it is more than a noise.Most humans are so ignorantthey run away at one small hintof truth that is not..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Throw Hazelbutt Out - Keep P/H Clean!
There once was an imbecile Britwho produced nothing more than plain shit.It was hazel in hueand the texture of sprueall his poofter friends thought..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Through The Valleys Of The Shadows
He slipped in when I openedthe outer screen door, to leta bit of that balmy Spring air,laden with pollen and bitsof indescribable matter,inside. He..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Thrill Me With A Beep
Whether awakeor soundly asleep,it's the cream on the cakeif you send me a beep.
© Herbert Nehrlich
Three-Pointed-Star
It is the gullwing, without a doubt,that sweet 300 - twohundred horsesthe silver star adorns the snoutthe symbol of tremendous forces.The red of fire..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Three New Limericks
A fellow with cowboy bootswas with Satan himself in cahoots.Though he had a thick hide,when you looked deep insideyou would find only shallow roots.I..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Three Limericks For My Friend Jerry H.
He had gone on a date with Miss Lilly,with high hopes to make use of his Willie.But the size of a toemade Miss Lilly say NO,'Twas the little toe..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Three Limericks
There once was a poet named Stu,he would write 'til his fingers turned blue.When he searched for a rhymehe committed a crime,they said only..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Thoughts On Wednesday
I offer purple lemonadeto Ted and also to our Trade,for praising what some see as crimemy postings, most of which in rhyme.It never ceases to..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Thoughts Of A Boy
It throws a great shadowI said to no one in particular,it was the eden of the nightand I never really had outgrown,or leave behind as Mother said I..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Thoughts For My Best Friend Cra
It was the little lines and grooves,the pores in soft, pigmented skinthe memory of taste and touchthat reared its pesky head,as if to say, I am still..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Thoughts By Eugen Roth
A man, sweat dripping from his browearns his first bread and now knows how.From bread to ham the step is smalland now the appetite wants all.A..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Thoughts ** (For Blaubeere)
Sleep my sweet love,I watch,I dare not touchthough there is needand man's own repertoiresupplies it all, indeedyet there is talk, ce soirabout..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Thoughtfulness
I wake with you,the thought of skin,of knowing handsand lustrous hairthat falls and framesme, as we kiss,your softness,touching barelynot a teasea..
© Herbert Nehrlich