Dennis Herrell
Dennis Herrell


Dennis Herrell has been writing poetry for forty years during his adult life as teacher, outside sales person, and, lately, antique dealer. He is like every poet in the world – always in training, and painfully aware of it. Enter his world to read some poems he has had published.


Donating My Organs



How was my liver

did you like it fried

with onions

a nice saute

I treated it right

avoided booze and bad oysters


and my kidneys

how were they

sliced thin

a gentle cook in butter till pink

except for one stone

they executed all their functions


of the thymus I suppose

I now have none

and not sure what it

had done as daily work

but would have gladly given

for your sweetbread repast


about my intestinal stomach wall

of which I have mixed feelings

as it did about me too many times

even though it had gourmet treats

I donate it with some suspicion

of its use in menudo and such tripe


not my heart

although it has served me well

with hardly a physical fault or break

it has been such a sentimental

romantic fool I cannot send it out for fear

of innocents ingesting its silly potions.



Dennis Herrell

(10/23/13 - Wilderness House Literary Rev.)

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