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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Bravery At Sea
The Captain knew that pirates would again
attack his crew of brave and fearless men.
In answer to a call that there were three
unmarked and bloody-minded frigates, it was he
who called, to able seamen bring the shirt
the red one.Folks will certainly be hurt.
The battle over, first mate asked the chief
as they were sailing near the Stoertebeaker Reef,
why would you call for a red shirt, please tell me Sire,
just at the moment all of us must brave the fire?
It is, he said, a matter of concealing fear
red masks all injuries inside the chest or near
folks will assume that things are going rather well
the colour red is always soothing, I can tell.
Then, suddenly the call came from the mast
that twenty frigates had surrounded them at last,
the captain yelled now at the top of his strong voice
get me the pants now that are brown, and hurry boys.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Breakfast *
I will ask for the usual, it is bacon and eggs
though intrigue has me puzzled, I'm thinking of legs,
and the valley of shadows, where the brook's silence springs
to the grass of green meadows as it sprinkles on things.
Let thy yolk pass my lips and slide down in the gullet
to be followed so soon by the unruly mullet.
There are acids, ferments and there's alkaline brew
wholly tacit sweet scents and a topping of dew.
I shall ask for a voucher to a breakfast in bed
nothing more need be written nothing further be said.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Breakup And Harvest
He'd seen it coming
for so many months.
Things had not been
conducive to
communication.
A normal life -
he had misplaced
the meaning
of it.
Yet, the effect had been
as if a bomb
had dropped into
his lap,
put him to sleep
and, with a Bang
did celebrate
her victory.
He'd been
so angry then
and it was easy picking
for the two of them,
the shyster and
his hurt
accomplice.
He'd given up
on worldly goods,
when, on that day,
the scaffolding
erected by
the many weeks
of counselling
had fallen into
a heap
of rubble.
She was the one
they'd called emotional,
made up of histrionics
and hysterical hormonals,
yet, when at last
he searched the ruins,
painstakingly,
there were no trinkets.
Just the fragrance
of the perfume
Moisson.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Breast Cancer
Yes it is cancer,
a sternfaced doctor,
one for the stars
pronounced at once.
I am so young,
and a celebrity
she said, her tearful voice,
accusing, although timid.
But why, after a minute of
denial and confusion
it seems that young ones
now fall ill with this dark monster.
The answer was, if nothing,
a plain lie.
The cause of carcinoma
of the mammaries
is failure to do screening,
called mammography.
The logic was unreal,
and nothing but deception.
Again, it was pure greed
that motivated all.
Like guns that do the killing
and screening does prevent,
in either case dishonesty
was present from day one.
Mammography does cause,
no doubt, new cancers frequently.
The innocent who went to screen
will be new victims soon.
New evidence has also shown
that of those who do nothing
their cancers let them live a while
far longer than than expected.
To cut and burn, bring out the chemo
is good for the economy,
malignancies, however are
like housepets in exotic ways.
It pays to take much care in choosing
which route is best for you at last
it is your life, so be informed
you have but one, it's not for sale.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: greed poems, dark poems, star poems
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