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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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A Response Poem 2
........and there it was, the crack
not of dawn but of Dawn herself,
with a tuft of hair, a burning bush
in the sunlight's reflection, bristling,
a Moses parting the water's grave for man,
and the fragrance of forbidden pork lingering,
sending desperate signals to vultures,
birds of scruffy feathers and no decency
Where are you God, where is your only son?
Herbert Nehrlich
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518.
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A RIGHTEOUS DEATH
Kidneys packing it in,
fluid on the lungs,
congestive heart failure,
cognitive breakdown,
prolonging means money.
Who makes it, that dreaded
decision, based on
no vision, no reason.
Seen by some
as treason, or economics,
no cure in sight,
amelioration failing,
heavy cannons
not considered.
Somewhere the word
is uttered, barely audible,
EUTHANASIA.
It smacks of Goebbels,
is it an active death?
And if we change
the term
to a much kinder one,
KALOTHANASIA,
it could well mean
that those who die
will be relieved
that theirs will be
a righteous death.
Herbert Nehrlich
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519.
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A Risquι Lullaby For A Resident Poet
I once knew a ballerina
she had flown in from Argentina
she liked playing my flute
and was udderly cute
though I stick with the real Gina.
Herbert Nehrlich
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A Silence Most Foul
As Malice rears her ugly head
it's clear that justice must be dead.
What once did seem a friendly place
reminds me of a botoxed face,
no voice, no sign of having heard
as if a solitary word
were treason against God's own rules.
Oh what a silly ship of fools.
Herbert Nehrlich
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