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").
Gospodeen Putin
There once was a high and fallutin'Nazi general who loved his disputin'with the Fuehrer no lessbut the game was not chessand today we face gospodeen..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Googlebee
It had to come to that.Me, standing at the door,a giant pie of blueberries,from Maine, those are the best,four speckled roses with two thornsand..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Good-Bye
There comes a time, my sweet,passed down through cirrus cloudsto man, by little messengers from God,whom children know as proper angels;where true..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Good Taste
No spurt or squirt, it is no useto wish and fabricate the act,the term employed is, simply, oozeextracts move slowly, that's a fact.Though does this..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Good Morning, My Love
My arms will be preparedand happy for the chanceto hold you, having beenit seems now, madeespecially to wrap around you,touch and love your skinand..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Good Morning - Zweeinochtsich
The day had come before the sun had risen much,its everlasting battle chasing fog and mopping dewwas underway when in the cottage there was sensuous..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Good Day, My Love**
For you my LOVE, this flower's heady scentarises from the depths of Aetna Park,the berry, filled with DEW until it's spentlikes caves and moist..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Good Day, My Love
Exotic is a wordthat ringsinside my earslike violins.Sounds of great beautyrising up with graceinto the evening sky.The Maistro hesitatesthen..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Good Bye, Sofie
A life fulfilled at last,adventure in her veinsshe left behind a pasta Fatherland's own chains.And made a life, renewedwell filled with strength and..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Gone?
I had left the door ajarfor just a moment.Looked up in timeto see a shadow.Leaving.Not unlikesome commonthievesso late at night.And all that's..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Gone**
Much water has been flowing down the river of my years,some murkey some so clear it looked like baby tears.The banks are overgrown with reeds and..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Gone
My eyes now opened, so reluctantlyand dawn had surely broken, without me.A bluish green and oscillating cloudwas now descending from the chandelier..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Goldilocks
Quite ill and running a high feverI found inside my box a beaver.How did a beaver get insideperhaps he was in need to hide.The reason that he did..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Goethe's Poetry (Bilingual)
Ein Gedicht ist nichtwas ein duemmlicher Wichtschreibt auf's Klopapierin der Hoffnung dass wiruns beim Lesen erfreuendoch wir wuerden's bereuendenn..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Goethe Translation 3
Let man be noble,helpfuland good.That alonemakes himdifferentfrom all creatureswe know
© Herbert Nehrlich
Goethe Translated Prometheus
So, cover, Zeus, your skywith clouds,and practice,like the boy,on thistles,decapitation,on oaks and mountain ranges.My earth is mine,you cannot..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Goethe Translated Harfenspieler
Who never ate his bread with tearsand never cried through sleepless nightshe cannot know you, gods and fears.You place us here, from Heaven's..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Goethe - Anecdote (Translated)
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe was in illustrious company.A young man approached and challenged him:'Sir, you are the Fatherland's greatest poet but I am..
© Herbert Nehrlich
Goethe
It was his mother,wearing petticoatand powdered Camomille,at tea, with Frau Charlotte.'The lad will soon commence,I'm telling you in..
© Herbert Nehrlich
God's Will Brings Little Comfort
I felt you there,my sweet,and listened to your heart.A hurried beatas if you meantto speed things up,arrive in style,and sooner than the clan..
© Herbert Nehrlich
God's Weeds
God's garden is called Paradise,creation came from there.He watches it with shining eyesand marks each crevice wherea pesky weed dare raise its..
© Herbert Nehrlich
God's Second Coming
This morning on my way to churchI slowed my feet to start a searchinside my pockets for some moneybecause they'd find it not too funnyif I showed up..
© Herbert Nehrlich
God's Roses
In life there are, you know it, thosewho'll pluck the most exquisite rosein selfish greed and place it ina vase, and, later, in the bin.The rose, you..
© Herbert Nehrlich
God's Lightning
My horse had bolted at the flashof lightning, amplified by thunder.The saddle bags contained the cashI'd stolen, welcome to Down Under.She'd stared..
© Herbert Nehrlich
God's Hand
Dillie meets Dallieat home in the alley.Kissing and pettingyes, but not lettingthings cross the tracks,'Geee, just relax.'Mother is sadnoticed by..
© Herbert Nehrlich