Biography of Herbert Nehrlich
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Native of Germany.
Graduate from one of the oldest universities in the world.
Practice of Orthomolecular Medicine, tenured science professor and amateur poet.
Likes both rhyming and free verse and laughs at those who claim that 'rhyme is dead'.
Favourite poetic mode of expression is the limerick.
Herbert Nehrlich's Works:
The Manual Of Natural Remedies
Long Distance Running On Bare Feet
Herbert Nehrlich Poems
.....when I'm sixty-four?
I hope your hands will always be for me to hold. And, if they are
I always have liked soccer. Such a rough game. Such skills required. And popular.
500 Words And One Hand
'Yes', she uttered. It was 1966, home turf, when standing, tipsy on the muddy banks
I was not looking when you found me you stopped just long enough to smile. I felt your presence all around me and hoped that you would stay awhile.
He pulled the trigger on that noisy morning in the Bunker of Berlin. The pages of Mein Kampf,
The Art Of Writing Limericks
A limerick can be rather funny when the syllables are on the money. But when none of it fits it can give you the shits
27 Haiku Definitions
Death Inevitable? Death most certainly is not.
A Bumblebee Turns Gay
There was a little bumblebee he went down on his bumble knee and told the queen that he was gay this message caused her much dismay
10 Haikus And Some Wisdom
Hand in hand hand in it it in hand it in it.
I stopped right at the scene of tragedy. She stood, head bowed, long neck, wings drooping, and motionless until she saw my face. Damn, it was obvious, he had been truly slaughtered,
He crouched in front of all his books, ten thousand and a few he looked at his certificates one hundred, none were new.
She smiled the smile that only flowers know while dew drops fell and petals opened
....for being late
'Twas late in the day on that Christmas Eve and the elves lost their way, Santa rolled up his sleeve,
A Little Bit Of Darkness
It had gone dark in my world. An invisible sadness, one of substance drifted in, from a horizon so far and so unknown to me,
Have you heard of a girl named Norina?
She's a poet and just fourteen.
Not an Artist, nor Ballerina,
but a poet with talent, and keen.
Take a look at her contributions:
they are lovely and meaningful, sweet.
If you're talking of elocution,
she's truly and well on the beat.