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
I always have liked soccer. Such a rough game. Such skills required. And popular.
.....When I'M Sixty-Four?
I hope your hands will always be for me to hold. And, if they are
500 Words And One Hand
'Yes', she uttered. It was 1966, home turf, when standing, tipsy on the muddy banks
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 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
A Faceless God
And there appeared without a warning a break within the clouds that had remained,
27 Haiku Definitions
Death Inevitable? Death most certainly is not.
A Devil Called Hurricane
So many faces this turbulent devil possesses, seemingly,
Dawn in the valley. A chilling fear now rises like an emotional, ominous cloud. It soon disperses in the mist,
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,
10 Haikus And Some Wisdom
Hand in hand hand in it it in hand it in it.
A Hole In The Ground
The centre of the forest was well covered with thick brush. And all the trees were full of moss, the canopy looked lush.
To visit you was our treat,
my older brother loved you.
Though from the moment we did meet
you thought I wasn't up to
the standards of a first-born son
whose name was true tradition.
Yet you allowed us to have fun
and Opa took us fishing.