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
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
I always have liked soccer. Such a rough game. Such skills required. And popular.
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,
500 Words And One Hand
'Yes', she uttered. It was 1966, home turf, when standing, tipsy on the muddy banks
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
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.
27 Haiku Definitions
Death Inevitable? Death most certainly is not.
A Woman's Scorn
A wise man said a woman's scorn is given to her when she's born. She carries it, though under cover, a secret weapon for a lover
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,
A Faceless God
And there appeared without a warning a break within the clouds that had remained,
I had to close the book of mankind's history,
it told of many wars, of bloodshed and of torture,
describing in disturbing but extensive detail,
how one can split a skull and full-grown man in half,
right down the centre of his hapless, useless being.
As if he'd never mattered or deserved to live.
So many years and so much blood was spilled,
that fertile fields bore witness to man's greatest folly.