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").
Inertia And The Tornado
He was humongous at that.Using the words morbidly obese,quite appropriate, if perhaps unkind.Yellow Cab had to, orders from up high,dumped him..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Indianapolis News
Well it makes so much sense to this bloke,nightly snoring is far from a joke,if it's two at a timewe shall call it a crimeand the perps, may they..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Incompetence
Now let me see.I can imaginehow this philisterof philosophyis set to makea final effortto write a poemor some such thing.He would not knowthe..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Incoming......
I'm good at vibes.Always have been.Sometimes, whenyou pick one upyou bucklea bit.But you waitfor moreanyway.
© Herbert Nehrlich
Inaugural - Top Up Your Lips?
Two tiny pimples,imperceptible they were,had just appeared,and overnight.The little shits.Just what I neededon that fateful day.I'd just arrived at..
© Herbert Nehrlich
In Your Heart
May I request a roominside your heart, perhaps out back,A closet with a broomwould be just fine, you see, the lackof fancy thingslike fixtures..
© Herbert Nehrlich
In The Wheatfield
The golden glowof just ripe wheatwas background,music with a beatfrom garlands gleanedand sun for warmththey lay there, silenttangled arms, and..
© Herbert Nehrlich
In The Morgue
First cut is from the topslice down the sternumadd side excursionsjust above the breaststo meet the pectorals.Flip open and inspect,the gross..
© Herbert Nehrlich
In The Markets
She was leaning, you do get my drift?And the meaning, it gave me a lift.All she wore down there, netherwas a single blond featherwhen she left it was..
© Herbert Nehrlich
In The Forum? ? ? ?
There once was a poet named Turner.He was kind and a rather quick learner.Then he tempted his fatewhen he stayed for debateSomeone quipped 'use the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
In The Forest
An acorn, which is just a seedjumped off the tree to meet a weed.The weed was wearing an attirethat set the acorn's heart on fire.A cousin of the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
In The Cave
I looked inside the stony cave.There was a tiny spec of light,and there was movement at a depth.So, urgent eyes lead curious minds,I climbed inside..
© Herbert Nehrlich
In The Bordello
She stuck a Winston 'tween her lipsand flicked her nicotine stained fingersamply endowed with giant hipsand wore perfume that somehow lingersthen..
© Herbert Nehrlich
In The Beginning - The Questions And Lies
.....and why, my sweet do I not miss you,why do I feel no pain sensation?There is no mad urge to possess you,I do not need you for salvation.And, can..
© Herbert Nehrlich
In Schlaraffenland
In the land so aptly named Schlaraffenland,he slaved all day and searched each moonlit nightdeep in the forest for the treasures of the Gods.His name..
© Herbert Nehrlich
In Response To A Fay Slimm Poem
May I tell you my dearthat the love of veneer,imitation and opal from glassis the cause of much griefand its loveless reliefI would urge you to..
© Herbert Nehrlich
In Praise Of Woman
I am, let it be known, a man who sleeps at night,never had cause to take a pill or count those sheep.Yet just one moon ago I woke and switched the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
In Memoriam To A Stranger
I know I would have liked the man,his facial features show him as he was,a man of genuine humanity,it's one who always canbe the charisma that we..
© Herbert Nehrlich
In Love? (Bilingual)
Verliebt. Ich bin's doch klage ichmein Koerper hat den Seitenstich.Es ist, so sagt man mir vor Jahrenals Wahrheiten noch wirklich waren,die Liebe..
© Herbert Nehrlich
In Iceland, We Cry Together
The snow capped mountains werethe first we saw, ears popped a bitand the big bird descended now,you stirred there, in your window seat,and grabbed my..
© Herbert Nehrlich
In
I tried so much harderto get into your larder,there were fragrances inand a devillish grinjust awaiting my visitso I asked you 'what is it'.But you..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Impudence
And God so loved his only sonthat, as the minister was saying,a young lad stood up, unafraidand shouted, 'if God had really, truly lovedhis only son..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Immortality
My name is Carcinos, I am immortal.Come from a proud traditionof noble blood.It was an ancestor of minewho, being so cleverthat he tore downone of..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Imminent Cure?
From Pauling down to Marc Levineit took a while but now we've seenthat lines of cancer cells will dieinside a vitamin, oh my!Do you not see that..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Immigrants
They were sleeping at their desks and passed the weirdo to come inand they carried little bombs and hand grenades,asked a question seeking answers to..
© Herbert Nehrlich