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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Thoughts ** (For Blaubeere)
Sleep my sweet love,
I watch,
I dare not touch
though there is need
and man's own repertoire
supplies it all, indeed
yet there is talk, ce soir
about incessant greed
which cannot be fulfilled
nor would our cries be stilled.
You reached.
I took your hand
and I shall hold it
to the very day we wed,
a silver band
forged with a pit
back to the day when
you would ask me to be fed.
Twas so bizarre,
I said 'To Wit',
I taste your finger
on my tongue
that's where we are.
So may I ask
do you confirm
that it will never really pay
to wait and squirm.
Remove the mask
climb up a rung
and give your vows
on this azure and fateful day.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Throwing In The Towel
It's pleasing just to hear your voice,
because it is more than a noise.
Most humans are so ignorant
they run away at one small hint
of truth that is not quite pc
their minds are never really free.
So, when you say that you are scared
it means you worry how they fared
those many millions so abused,
it shocked you, yes left you confused.
Factoids not facts are news today
those falsehoods that may sound okay
they're told until you've memorised
the message that they have devised.
Just know that they don't ever care
they have a soul like Bush and Blair.
You, stupid human can be screwed
when Mister Greed is in the mood.
Take fluoride and it dulls your mind
you may stay beautiful and kind
but likely will consign the thinking
to those who'd never be seen drinking
the evil toxin halogen,
but will you throw the towel in?
Herbert Nehrlich
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To The Bitter Woman
Of all the men I've known named Jerry
among the nuts he is the berry.
His love writes notes to me signed Allie
ye Gods will surely keep a tally
of all the goings-on, they will
step in to stop the one who's ill
and full of unexploded hate,
do stay away from my good mate
and find a victim for yourself
on the Salvation Army shelf.
Don't wash your undies on the streets
you may not have the eye that meets
what others easily discern
go back inside, clean up and earn
respect first from yourself and then
from other women and their men.
Herbert Nehrlich
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To The Last Drop
It was the last one,
falling slowly
but with grace
just prior to
the touchdown
on green earth
there was
for reasons
quite unknown
and so unknowable
a change of heart
within
the bosom
of this raindrop.
And no one will
not even Gods
be wet or wise.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: change poems, green poems, heart poems
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