A Commentary

Poem By Herbert Nehrlich

The infantile word 'infantile'
brings up in me a bit of bile.
The other word (he called it boring)
reminds me of him never scoring
in posting something vaguely pleasant
though I enjoy the title 'boy',
I would describe a boy as coy.
But don't forget a boy is young
and not as effortlessly stung
by those who cannot even spell
though try to stand, attempt to sell
their work as something of a thrill
for me it is a tasteless pill.
And I would like to add to this
that rhyming poetry is bliss
and that those men of poetry
like Silverstein and Nash (and me)
and Suess and Goethe of the past
whose poems will forever last
would not appreciate the mention
no matter what the man's intention.
It is a bit like when they fought
in the debate, and one had sought
to be compared to Kennedy
and Reagan whose own heart was free
reminded him of who he was
(a man of doubt and many flaws) ,
so let me close this rather sweetly
you, Sir, to put it more discreetly,
should seek advice up in Seattle
before you enter any battle.

Some words in the above were placed due
to the need to rhyme. This may change the meaning
for some readers, though not for myself.
H

Comments about A Commentary

How anyone could bore with your writing is a puzzle. Nicely done! KK
Cool way to put someone out.....So calm and with class.
Poetry done the Nehrlich way Never bores when he has something to say. A 'Commentary' he makes to make a point, May leave some 'bent'... And some out of 'joint'! LSP
I enjoyed this. I think rhyme can be used in many different ways.......snappy come-backs or more serious poetry. Nicely done Herbert. Never change to satisfy the 'popular' opinion. sincerely, mary


Rating Card

2,8 out of 5
6 total ratings

Other poems of NEHRLICH

Soccer

I always have liked soccer.
Such a rough game.
Such skills required.
And popular.

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

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

Yolanda

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,

......Of Gold?

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.

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,