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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Back To You, Mary -2007
Dear Mary, this is sweet of you,
I thought I felt a hunch.
The breeze is light, the sky is blue
I'm sitting, having lunch.
And as I read your words again
my ears are glad to hear,
what you wrote just for me, back then,
a tear fell in my beer.
Thanks, Mary and your family
for thinking of my day,
next time it will be up to me
to send a Chardonnay.
Of course, a Chardonnay in words,
for all you lovely folks,
flown to Mount Morris by the birds,
an ageing poet's strokes.
I know you will be happy though
to hear from an old friend,
it makes you special, that I know,
quite special, in the end.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Backseat
She saw he wasn't circumcised
and right at first it had surprised
her bourgeois and searching brain.
'So did they.... did it cause you pain? '
She questioned him about the cut
and soon felt queasy in her gut.
So, being young, just hit sixteen
he'd lured this Baskin Robbin Queen
into this lonely road that night.
He knew she wasn't super bright
so he explained that circumcision
affects the lifespan and your vision.
It needs, to soothe the tissues, frayed
moist heat. And that's how he got laid.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Bacterial Endocarditis
I have been told the truth,
only a human valve will do,
the doctor said it is the endocardium,
it always kills before the next full moon.
And, no one would believe
that privacy, its stupid laws
allowed me to fulfil a dream.
I gave you all my valves
with just one signature,
that you may live, my love.
And, in recovery you wait
in vain for me, to be a visitor.
I'm here with you, so close
that neither God nor Devil
nor the end of all we know
will have the power to destroy
the bond of you and me.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Bad Choice
Well, huckin' fell, I could not hold your hand,
it was this thing I've had since I was born
no teacher would, nor could you understand
how, in my soul the shreds of decency are torn.
You died my friend, or should I call you that?
Without the comfort of the human touch,
I could not even give you one small pat
to see you off, I do not count for much.
It was your hour of great need and I was picked
the most inept of all your busy friends,
and as the clock inside your body ticked
you were just wondering how all this ends.
Your eyes were focused on my frightened face,
there seemed to be a sudden loss of light,
it was not you who stretched as for a brace,
and it was me who lost the will to fight.
Herbert Nehrlich
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