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.
He pulled the trigger on that noisy morning in the Bunker of Berlin. The pages of Mein Kampf,
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.
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
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
27 Haiku Definitions
Death Inevitable? Death most certainly is not.
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,
Dawn in the valley. A chilling fear now rises like an emotional, ominous cloud. It soon disperses in the mist,
'Twas early morning at the Holy Vatican,
the Pope was making rounds of his small kingdom
Most of the rooms were lavishly appointed
with oriental rugs on all the floors and walls,
and golden trinkets for few eyes to see.
The smell of freshly roasted coffee from the kitchen,
and many cooks in culinary mode,
they stepped through solid portals now, with fourteen locks,