Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Herbert Nehrlich
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Thank you for your continued contributions to these pages but I shall also be phasing out all replies to this Inbox.. so please, I would appreciate it if you would write to me only at above new address.... see you over there, or on your own pages...

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. more »

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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (10/3/2015 4:03:00 AM)

    A multi-skilled Poet, Writer, Author and Doctor who as one of this sites charter members back in late 2004, rendered a concourse of poetically gold contributions through his many thousands of postings while always sharing his time in between poems to assist, critique and lend sound advice and support to newbees and inexperienced penners such as myself, back in 2006, when I first started writing verse, and serendipitously fell upon this site, and thankfully, Herbert along with it. Herbert did not have a style...he had a myriad of styles. He wrote on romance, politics, this site(Oh boy did he ever!) along with a wellspring of other themes/ropics that garnered tens of thousands of comments along with a New York City block longs worth of accolades, as a Poet, scholar, advisor and a Class Act of an individual. Limerick was Herbert's strongest suit. His natural penchant for wit and cleverity shone bright as a lighthouse beacon through fog. Levity was one of his many God-given
    gifts and Herbert took full advantage of this largess. In a capsule, Herbert Nehrlich was the kind of guy you wanted to have as your next door neighbor...talk trash and treasure with and the only thing I regret in being a friend of Herbert Nehrlich is that I never got the chance to take him up on his invitation to journey from New York to Sydney, Australia & join him on his beach house deck for some heavy-duty Aussie Beer chugging, even though I only drink cherry coke! ~Frank~ / ~FjR~

  • Sally Clarke Sally Clarke (7/21/2014 12:21:00 AM)

    Like Mary, I have been away for such a long time and I have just found out from her about Herbert. Such sad news. What an amazing character he was. I simply loved his poems. My sincere condolences to his friends on here and his family.

  • Mary Nagy (7/20/2014 6:38:00 AM)

    I have been away for so long and to come back and see we lost Herbert....such sad news. Herbert, I'm sure even now you are probably keeping tabs on the ol' Poemhunter crew...please know you were thought of and will continue to be thought of as one of the best here. My thoughts and prayers go out to his family who even though this is not recent are surely still feeling the loss.

  • Herbs 'n Planz (12/15/2012 7:03:00 PM)

    So now you've learnt the history
    of how these lovers met,
    and not a hint of misery
    a perfect match was set.

    When LOVE itself joins hand to hand
    no end will ever come,
    and all of us must understand
    the music of our drum.

  • Arnie Kelly (9/3/2012 2:15:00 PM)

    Dear Laurie - That's such terrible news, but thank you for sharing the information here. Please keep us posted on anything else you find out about the situation.

  • Laurie Baker (8/30/2012 4:29:00 AM)

    To all Herberts friends and followers:

    Herbert was badley injured in early May, massive head and body injuries, the result of being hit by a car while walking on his beloved Bribie Island QLD.

    After 8 weeks in hospital he was discharged and on August 13 he died of complications related to his injuries.

    The woman motorist who hit him was using her cellphone at the time, however strangely enough there has been no publication of this accident or his death. On contacting the Bribie Island Police they claim to have no record of this accident and were unaware he had died.

    All very shady and appears that the offender may be getting some type of help from the Police or the News Media? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    I am probing and questioning and will post more as it comes to hand.

    Friend of Herberts

  • Alison Cassidy (12/25/2009 2:21:00 AM)

    Herbert Nehrlich is a poet through and through. One of those rare souls for whom rhymin' and rhythmin' come effortlessly, gracefully and often comically, his poetry spans a very broad canvass - from traditional to free verse, from epic tale to gentle erotica - not to mention a good dose of the frivolous.

    Always original, he shares just enough of his German roots to leave a special taste in the mouth that is 'different' and distinctive. Herbert is passionate about his writing, combining witty humor with a deeply help belief in the human condition and the courage to follow his creative muse wherever she takes him. Read his poems. You'll be enchanted, challenged and above all thoroughly satisfied.

  • Allan James Saywell (12/29/2008 10:00:00 PM)

    Herbert Nehrlich will be remembered in the same light as the great story telling Poets
    His verse is faultless, his imagination endless
    His soul is filled with truth, it was an honour to meet him
    I will always regard him as a superior Human being


    Allan James Saywell

  • Emancipation Planz (11/19/2008 5:29:00 PM)

    this Stroll through the triggernometry of your mind is matched only in the rhymed and metered dance of understated elegance in the curvature of lines… that you set out on each page.. shaped in vases, potpourri filled as ethics, mysticisms, realities and tuther tings… at the very least.. tis nice to have the opportunity to read you.. aroha Dxx

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (11/10/2008 2:09:00 AM)

    your poems are the beautiful nerration of earthly life

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Best Poem of Herbert Nehrlich


I always have liked soccer.
Such a rough game.
Such skills required.
And popular.
Hometown watching,
on Sunday morning.
When one day,
I found that I needed
to withdraw.
It was the honourable
thing to do.

Read the full of Soccer

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