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.
The Ambulance Down In The Valley
A Fence or an Ambulance by Joseph Malins (1895) -a poem about prevention -
500 Words And One Hand
'Yes', she uttered. It was 1966, home turf, when standing, tipsy on the muddy banks
The door was open and she came in. A litre can, sealed at one end
To See Venice And Die
I fully realise, my Lord that I have been to Venice but if you would not mind please hold your horses.
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
My First Teacher
They say the years from one to five, when tiny tots become alive, li'l professors they are, really as they take in and store so freely
The Berlin Wall
It was the day after, John Kennedy had uncharacteristically loud, shouted the unforgettable
.....When I'M Sixty-Four?
I hope your hands will always be for me to hold. And, if they are
A Devil Called Hurricane
So many faces this turbulent devil possesses, seemingly,
A mouse looked through a tiny crack to see the farmer and his spouse who opened what she had brought back from shopping back here to the house.
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
For those of you who are obese, who never know just when to cease obsessive and incessant stuffing, who walk upstairs with lots of huffing,
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.