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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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An Accidental Rediscovery
Life can be fluid in its depth to soul
whether a mountain of flame, a light of petrol.
Burning or erosion leads to clean up of new
as brilliance of spark paves way to one true.
You are my soul and the fuel for my fire
climbing the mountain yet higher and higher.
Pure as the flakes of a January snow
falls on the embers, the afternoon glow,
rising from ashes and then melting to one
warmed by the rays of a Southern Sea sun.
And by chance it dissolves when you risk rediscover
strong shields hold creation as protection for lover
when the stir of emotions is poured by wizards
to send oracles that forecasts an end to all blizzards
and the new whims of nature join to bring on spring
where they once again hear all the birds and bees sing.
And we dance in the meadow, like youngsters gone wild,
as your cheeks turning red and you laugh like a child,
we go round through the trees 'til we sway with the breeze
and your eyes speak of love while your mouth is a tease.
Then we meld as bold souls, linking spirits for life
in our habitat's shelter, ever guarded from strife
And we leave with the Sun as the Moon lights our way
holding hands on our path to the end of the day.
Note:
This is another Co-Production poem.
Created by: Emancipation Planz
and
Herbert Nehrlich
The entire tit for tat took very little time and the authors would like to encourage others to not only work together but to be kind to each other.
Herbert Nehrlich
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An Act Of Kindness
He noticed her expanding v
and wondered whether it would be
considered one man's sacrilege
or woman's greatest privilege.
No answer was inside his mind
he searched and searched but could not find
Thus to escape he took his mast
and, with great pleasure ventured past.
Surprise, surprise showed in his eyes.
The promise that he fertilise
by means of his own stalagtite
bestowed new meaning to the night.
Herbert Nehrlich
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An Ailing Spider
A spider suffering from arthritis
and fulminating balanitis,
had spun a net five metres wide.
If past experience is a guide
it should catch insects, mainly flies.
But few in science realise
that sickness brings for those in health
the opportunity for wealth.
Instead of being dumb and blind
they use their (only average) mind
and sell the spider many pills
to swallow and thus cure his ills.
The net is any spider's tool
to catch a fly or other fool.
The treatment of the spider's ills
with many profit-making pills
is not the work of predators
or Nature's own competitors.
It's offering you tainted honey
to keep you sick and take your money.
Herbert Nehrlich
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An Early Night
Silence has arrived,
in all the chambres,
pillows are fluffed
and there is barely a hint
of the softness of down,
a distant memory
of Yolanda, the goose,
cousins perhaps,
but the glistening
of what soothes
was made
in the lab of Synthetico.
How fitting
to focus,
head over tail,
on the strange meeting
of two worlds.
Amongst all this nudity.
This was written for my little Gina.
Herbert Nehrlich
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