Best Herman Poems

Blues in the Night.

A malignant moon
shines his metallic claws -
combs my hair and brushes me forward.
I am alone in the shadowy crooks 
of a poisoned metropolis.

A clandestine garbage chute -
where waifs and strays burn
within the fetid bowels 
of a cavernous concrete underbelly.

The orphanage awaits my...

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When we think of our friend Herman Weeks.
We think of a person very gracious and sweet!

He was always a pleasure to be around!
And brought laughter to his side of town!

From everyone that’s had a chance to meet him.
He was special!  We’ll never forget him!

He...

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Brian’s Poet of Note – ‘Herman Hesse’ Week 2

This week I thought I would discuss translating poetry from another language. I just finished retranslating from German this poem ‘Stufen’ from Hesse’s famous novel ‘The Glass Bead Game’) but it has been a favorite of mine...

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As ev’ry flower wilts and ev’ry youngster				11
Must age, so manifests each stage of living,				11
All wisdom blossoms too and ev’ry virtue				11
Enjoys its time, and cannot last forever.				11
At ev’ry call of life, the heart of man should,				11
(Without regret and wrapped in heroism)				11
Embrace each new departure, each commencement,		11
And...

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My old cat Herman sure looks like vermin
When we douse him with a bucket of water
His teeth start to chatter, gets mad as a hatter 
His master, he'd sure like to slaughter!

With unearthly growls, slinks round on the prowl
For a spot to get back his...

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23 may 2013 8:36 am



Mathew Herman Vain
A child who had no name

Was killed before he was born
His cell from his kidneys was torn

Cloned and named HEK293
Those cells they use to satisfy you and me

They use it in processes to make vaccines
And process for artificial flavors...

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As every blossom wilts and every youth
Yields to old age so manifests every stage of life,
All wisdom and every virtue
Has its time, and cannot last forever.
At every call of life, the heart,
Wrapped in bravery and without regret,
Must be ready to take its leave and start...

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Herman heard me,
The howl of a nation.
Scourged! I was usurped,
And I was atomized!
Toivo came, a solemn tide 
He contrived the paradiddle 
That led to my autonomy. 
Toivo, the inexorable current 
That ringed a contrasting atoll. 
Archracist criminalized him
Yet Herman endured unmitigated, 
His heart never inuring...

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Herman Cain

Purdue University gaud work full-time as a ballistics analyst and
 the U.S. Department of the Navy as a civilian
completed master's degree Purdue

started working for Coca-Cola as computer systems analyst
 later join Pillsbury, becoming director of business analysis
 in its restaurant and foods group 

...

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An old-fashioned modern Jew
  He was brilliant, unique
Weaving the strands of tradition
  Into best-selling novels sleek 

A Navy man, aboard a WW2 mine-sweep
  Mr. Wouk loved letters, his country, and
Talmudic wisdom, from which his works drew deep


   
 Herman Wouk,...

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Saturday mornings were the best
How I loved to catch your show
Your high energy naughtiness
Your effervescence was contagious
Delighted me and left me in awe
Peeking my curiosity and
Capturing my imagination
So creative and quirky
Meticulously choreographed
Perky and hysterically funny
A surprise around every corner
I was way older than what
Anyone would...

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Europe claims a lengthy list of lusty wars
One graced the Church with Brother Lawrence
A giant of a man, hated being dishwasher and cobbler
At a large monastery in Lorraine, France

After the Thirty Years War, intimacy with Jesus
Made him forget every pain, his lame leg, isolation
As he...

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having not known 
when he meet death
i find myself the last mourner
none the less
i have grief to shoulder
hidden tears 
that have become bolder
as history becomes older
a time in my past
and often remembered moments
that made me what i am
my teacher, my master
words he would not understand
but...

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There was nothing out there like it
When Paul Reuben’s show first aired.
To the Pee Wee’s Playhouse family,
No one else could be compared.

There was Globey (yes, a talking globe)
And Chairry (yes, a chair),
Plus a host of wacky others,
All with silliness to spare.

Cowboy Curtis, Mr. Window,
Blue-faced Jambi,...

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I sit here cursing at Herman Hollerith,
and his foolish punch card machine,
trying to make base-2 make sense in a base-10 world.  

Now I can add and subtract as well as any man,
But peeking where I poked is really a hard call, 
much harder than...

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