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").

Im Turm Der Wartburg

Da sitzt er, auf dem hohen Rossund schaut hinauf zum Licht.Hier wohnt, gefangen in dem Schlossder Mann mit heil'ger Pflicht.Bei schwachem, gelben..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Im Jardin Des Plantes, Paris (Rilke Translation)

His eyes, from looking at the passing iron barshave tired and no images will holdhe feels as if there were a thousand barsalbeit behind them no..

© Herbert Nehrlich

I'M Back, Jack!

Steroids and melatonin, you're fighting my fatigue,don't fret and stop your moaning, I've left behind intrigue.It's nice to set fat feet onto this..

© Herbert Nehrlich

If Wine Is Fine....What About Blueberry Pie

Yes, my scrumptious one,though I have never, yetlaid eyes or hands uponyour blushing cheeks,there would be 16 candles,soft music from 8 tiny..

© Herbert Nehrlich

If I Were A Bird

I dreamed I was a fancy feathered bird,you lived, for unknown reasons, overseas.No letters and no genuine spoken wordwould fly from swaying palms to..

© Herbert Nehrlich

If I Were A Baby

If I were a babyI would want tobe held toyour breaststo drinkone hundred timeseach happy day.When nighttime comesjust leave me be,I'll keep my..

© Herbert Nehrlich

If

If I ever get my moneyso I've told my aging honeyI will drink until unableand end up beneath the table.

© Herbert Nehrlich

Idiosyncrasy

It was a sorghum field,the drought had done its thing,until the final vital drophad gone into the atmosphereabandoning the emus and the 'roos.A spot..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Idiosyncrasies

They killed the first prez by constant bleeding.Cary Grant had dentures and halitosisAdolf Hitler showed little if any breedinghe farted like no one..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Identity Is Everything

From the alpine windswept quartzrose the beautiful Frau Schwarz.Wrote a comment erudite(every member has that right)but the toes of fruity..

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I'D Let You Pull On My Strings........

You aremy little pacemaker.So lovely to look at.Some time agoyou took up residencein my heart.I wanted youto havethe best chamber,with less..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Ich Weiss

Er war nie einer der das Bitten pflegte,geheim gehalten wurde auch sein Name, General.Der Tag als er den Loeffel dann hinlegtewar von Bedeutung, ihm..

© Herbert Nehrlich

Iceberg

It is as if a motherwho gives birthat night, upon an icebergand then drowns.And then expects the newbornto survive,which all depends onwhether ice..

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Ice Flowers

His mother had been right.The glass on all the windowstransformed itself to shapesof the most beautiful of flowers,the roses of Old Man Winter.He..

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Ice Gel

She thought of a surprisefor him, and for herself.The shop was advertising,half price today, just for today,the cream called ICE, a gel,containing..

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I Will Always Wait For You

It was the morning when she turned,to have a look, such simple curiosity.It spelled the end, she entered endless time,I would, if asked by fate (Oh..

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I Watch You

I watch youas you sleep,each nareexpandsand then,it fallshaving reacheda climax ofinspired breath,your cheeks,flushed like this rose,subdued,a..

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I Was Going To

I was writing a poem when five little mencame over to see me at quarter to ten.A cute little bird, irresistible bait,tagged along and was tired, well..

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I Wake Each Morning

I wake each morning now, regretful of the lossthat daylight brings when it destroys a man's own dreams,I do not fiddle with my toes nor do I..

© Herbert Nehrlich

I Thank You, God

He had an inkling,but could not put a fingeror even just a thumbnail onto it.And how, it did occur,would all this take its place,in history, the one..

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I Smile, My Love

Remember when we met,we were a bit perplexed.We searched the bayand all its parks, some greenand others occupiedby Sunday crowds and dogs,until we..

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I Shall Not Weep

You meant to say'don't cry for me',but stuffy, stoic you,you had no wordsand looked at methat day when we both knewabout the endanother lifewas being..

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I Shall Not Leave

Exhausted now I lay,spent to the marrow of my bones.I rest with you.Then, when our robin singswe taste of Eden's fruitand,once againwe spread defiant..

© Herbert Nehrlich

I Rob A Bank

' Just the facts', the gruff detective yelled,they'd stopped the Greyhound two miles out of town,two hundred big ones in a paper bag, contents..

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I Needed You

When night fell on that day I went awayI thought of you, you'd be at home and cook,and later do the dishes and take in a trayof tea and snacks..

© Herbert Nehrlich