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").
Honeymoon
My sister married, once again.They said it was a joke,of all the Fatherland's keen menwho would not mind the yokeshe picked a cousin, hers and..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Homocysteine
The substance is called methionineit's part of any protein.It keeps the system working fine,though by itself is seldom seen.It breaks down into..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Homer
'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa ran latehe had been rather busy with too much on his plate.As they rounded the corner at the Post Office..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Home It Was
I hear the silence in the sounds my footsteps makeand feel the birds above, they briefly hold their tongues,the path is endless, it may lead me to..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Home Handyman Meets Skunk
A dripping tap can drive you mad,all day and night it goes.My youngster is a clever lad,attached a lengthy hose.And, by the time the hose filled upa..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Home Alone
When I woke up this morning, sweet,I looked at empty space.Your covers still were straight and neat,your nightie flashed its lace.Remembered then..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Home After The Battles
He'd walked a thousand miles,shot in the back near Petersburg,and brought the Russian bullet home.His path led by the doctor's homehe would not stop..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Holy
He drank the winebehind the altarin solitude, for God.A roach had fallen inthough unbeknownstperhaps God-givenin its holy wisdom.And when the..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Hollow Laughter
Yes, her laughter rang hollowbut they stayed right behind,one good reason to followwas that some were quite blind.Ah, we hate the assertivein a woman..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Hog's Breath Café
Shallow she was,make up by the pound,eye shadow, crimping tool.So many ringsall over.But nothing muchin way of soulor heart,which doesif you..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Hogg
I wonder if this resident wears pink,a pig he is, not made by God to think.His writing is below what they call plainit causes little pleasure but..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Hiv
Outside, the sky wasa mixture ofsunand fluffy clouds.A thin mist was coiledaroundskyscrapersand,as she looked outshe smiled ataunt-like pedestriansas..
© Herbert Nehrlich
His Weed
It was a balmy night,the soldiers had come home,the war fought for the geezersby the young, the beautiful,was would be strife,and famine, endless..
© Herbert Nehrlich
His Tsantsas
Placing his feet upon the deskhis eyes swept over all his treasures,two rather large bookcases of Tasmanian oak,a disorderly parade of volumes and..
© Herbert Nehrlich
His Travels
Cool breezes herald the arrivalof neutral sanity among the folkswho pitter patter through the streetsrelieved yet ever saddled withlife's promissary..
© Herbert Nehrlich
His Rose
Her hand was paleand held a single rose,picked from his gardenand happy to oblige.A change of scenerythe promise of a homeamong so many flowers,and..
© Herbert Nehrlich
His Operation
A shiny toy it could well be,in other times and better health.This bed in Hospital, electric,with places for restraints,and cables running parallelto..
© Herbert Nehrlich
His Little Secret
And there it was again.Eight months withoutand hope abundant,his faith, which wasneedless to say, things,real things hoped for,such as dreamsalso..
© Herbert Nehrlich
His Job
It squeaked each time it rocked,as if it needed a small squirt of WD,the church had given him this chairto sit within embroidered cushionsand..
© Herbert Nehrlich
His Green Thumb
He disturbed her well earned and deep slumber,on the telephone, calling her number.He said, please darling comeI have grown a green thumband it's..
© Herbert Nehrlich
His Final Pvc's
His distant friend,so well respectedby all, had writtenthat there was nothingthat would, in the endreverse the weakeningof the histology,(he put it..
© Herbert Nehrlich
His Bony Foot
Again she rose at dawn,she always was the onewho had the fortitudeto rise and shine, at sixas if it were required, byunwritten rules of married..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Hillary
There once was a girl with ambitionwho embarked on a difficult mission,she was crooked and dumband as strange as they comewhich makes up a..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Highballs
They sat there,deep in thought and sipping rye.The street had seenmuch better days,heard finer sounds,though, endlessly,the sun had workedits magic..
© Herbert Nehrlich
High School Report Card
Schlappi saidlet's make a braid.To run awayfrom every day.Life is not meantto be so bent.Let's bury booksand hide in nooksreport cards tooso they..
© Herbert Nehrlich