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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Chernobyl Volunteers
The Kommisariat decreed
that someone volunteer
to call for volunteers.
Chernobyl was a mess
and messes did not happen
inside the Soviet Union.
So, in due course they came,
with shovels, picks and spades.
Olive green shirts and boots
of imitation leather, black.
They worked their shifts,
all for the Fatherland,
or, as they called it, Mother Russia.
The Kommisar congratulated,
on Saturday, the gang of twenty-five.
He also demonstrated the new mask,
the one the Kremlin had procured
for those who led the people.
A document had been prepared,
a couple dozen times plus one.
It stated 'Hero Of The Soviet Union',
so many shaky fingers folded up
the papers as they had to now recline
and rest their weary, radioactive bones
until the strength would once again return.
The papers were enclosed inside
the hemlock coffins, the next day.
They had the names imprinted,
thus could not be used again
for those who waited at the gates.
The happy volunteers, for Mother Russia.
Herbert Nehrlich
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German Beer
On Old Olympic Mountain Tops
two Germans sat and chewed some hops.
They had no barrels and no tools
and didn't know that they were fools.
Their hope was that persistent chewing
makes obsolete the need for brewing.
One day, the skys did open up
the two did not possess a cup
thus both did open wide their mouths
and pointed noses to the South.
The rain filled up the empty space
ballooning out each fellow's face.
In minutes came, out of each ear
the best Olympic German beer.
So, you can see that good intentions
can scrap the need for all conventions.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Journey Of A Cheese Sandwich
His name was Bread
he carried with him
Butter and Swiss cheese.
Bread went and led
simsalabim
the way into the squeeze
of masticators, tuff and strong
moved on and sideways now
drenched by the fellow ptyalin
air movements sing a song
and then facilitate, oh wow,
the slip-slide down into the bin.
A portal, Cardia, opens quick
to let them pass to get their bath
in acid of some potency.
They churn and turn, though looking sick
and if you should recall your math
the ph was what set them free.
On to the place where Enzyme lingers
for further treatment to condition
and break their will now and deflate
inside the town that's named Twelfefingers
they are a novel, fresh addition
but got here just a trifle late.
So with a burble and a hiss
into the upper Gut they fly
then slowly make their way at night
by instinct and much hit and miss
not being timid, dumb or shy
and somehow it all ends alright.
But if you're here to study art
at the far end of a long tract
just keep your ears inside the grass
I tell you now that each small fart
that reaches you, still quite intact
is a digestive from an ass.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Lunchbox
I used to work down by the docks
we dug and graded sand and rocks,
One day I found inside my box
no sandwich but a pair of socks.
And from that day attached two locks
and called my lunchbox lunchbox Knox.
Herbert Nehrlich
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