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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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A Decent Bird Flu Would Be Dandy Right Now
Friends, this is
NO JOKE.
We are
CLEARLY
facing a very
dedicated
government effort
to trigger
an Avian Flu
pandemic through
experimentation
with live avian virus
on human volunteers.
I am soooo happy that
laboratory procedures
are foolproof.
Aren't you?
Herbert Nehrlich
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434.
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A Different Path
Who, in his dreams or musings would have thought
a path, though narrow, through the jungle weaved,
a voice inside kept singing, yes, we ought
set foot among the shrubs where gods are peeved
and where scarce golden rays will warm our skin
reflecting stars of tasty molecules of dew
I am quite happy and I wear my Sunday grin
and I shall keep a million kisses just for you.
Herbert Nehrlich
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435.
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A Dilemma
It is so sad
when clarity
gives way to
frank befuddlement.
It is the brain
that cries for help.
In dire need of nutrients
that are not present
in daily meals of classes
lower than
all mankind ought
to tolerate.
The father drinks,
the mother soon,
by being helpless
slips into the mad morass
of tempting fumes
and nothing
even less
will ever matter
in present time,
or in an unknown future.
There is no family,
no one to care and share
your life and destiny,
so you must march alone.
Leaving a legacy
of ill-equipped
and wide-set eyes,
the surest sign
of FAS, oh yes,
it is the foetal
syndrome that,
related to
the pure and steady
consumption of the sauce.
And then, once time
has passed,
and wind has blown
to drown the voices
of bold reason,
the offspring
(because it can)
does copulate.
Bring to this world
inferior blood
and damaged genes.
And, does it show?
Yes, God allowed
(a day of slight confusion?) ,
the crud to live, '
which means he is naive,
or rules with soft
and whimpish fist.
Though not to worry,
I do not care,
and I have read
Mein Kampf
some time ago,
debating now
what need be done.
Decapitation
or plain shooting,
perhaps a pill of cyanide?
'Clean up this world',
have said so many,
referring to ethnicity.
The question is,
more urgently:
Do we have standards
in our humans
to live up to
and to uphold?
And if we do,
can we just kill
the scum
right where we find it?
To answer does require
not a searching of my soul,
or endless fretting.
A simple nod
may do today
for all tomorrows.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: destiny poems, family poems, future poems, today poems, father poems, sad poems, mother poems, world poems, time poems, wind poems, alone poems, god poems
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436.
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A Dire Emergency
It was a dire emergency,
something no frog appreciates.
A stork, his home a fancy nest
on top of the red-tiled roof,
had stabbed his hungry beak
into the gutter for a bit of green.
Frantically, since there was work to do
a veritable mountainrange of leaves
and unmentionable things
were stuck inside the downpipe
at the junction.
It was the hardest ever job he'd done,
the largest meal that could be eaten
and the happiest of all the days
a frog could even visualize.
Herbert Nehrlich
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