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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Lovetalk
I wonder if all lovers would consider
to search their souls down to their greatest depth.
The tastes of sweet and sour, salty, bitter
are with us always, in our hearts they're kept.
The universal language of desire
can self-express and act to give us that
which doesn't smolder, no it burns a real fire.
There is a river, it is wide and very deep.
To cross it is no simple undertaking.
Yet, if the banks are high and slippery and steep,
one may not like the risk one would be taking.
But, unknown fields of promise and of love
unfold themselves on distant shores, so near.
So, ask yourselves and all the gods above:
What will it take to drive away your fear?
The answer seems to be embedded deep inside.
You cross a river - never mind conditions.
There are no rivers deep enough or wide
that could deter us if we only have the vision.
So, once your search has truly ascertained
that you're not fooled by image and convention
your loving powers happily become unchained
to build your love into a new dimension.
How many people go through life without
the happiness that bonding brings.
Poor devils who will never know about
just what it means when suddenly your heart sings.
Love is not possession of another,
love means crossing any river, any ocean.
Love is having feelings like a mother
for your sweet, the ultimate emotion.
Would I die for love, you ask with trepidation,
sacrifice yourself - pay with your life and limb?
Choose unconditionally your own disintegration
leave her behind. Does this sound sad or grim?
We must ask Shakespeare for clari-fi-cation
he was the expert and he knew the facts.
Described all kinds of love, all kinds of sweet
sensations,
and stuffed it all inside his -so romantic- acts.
What true love means, so many have described,
I need not further clutter up the scene.
Suffice it now to say if you have bribed
the lovegood, he will suddenly turn mean.
For true love only is like fresh and driven snow
you recognise it when it is your guest.
Your heart will tell you, when it happens that it's
so
mine did, and I will cherish her and be my best.
To love and cherish with no compromise,
her mind and body and her precious soul
to find myself live in her loving eyes,
to last with her forever is my goal.
For: Left hemispherics
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: river poems, romantic poems, happiness poems, ocean poems, snow poems, sad poems, mother poems, fire poems, fear poems, love poems, people poems
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Short Limerick
On the raft there was Huckleberry
on that day he was udderly merry.
As a bit of a pig
he was fond of the big
momma mias of Lady Sherrie.
Herbert Nehrlich
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World Hunger
The door was open
and she came in.
A litre can,
sealed at one end
she looked so nice.
Her words
were uttered now,
with sad
and downcast eyes.
'We need much money
to help the poor,
downtrodden,
not their fault,
the children die
they have no food
no water, only flies.'
There are so many,
millions really,
they hardly eat
but always breed
one wonders,
skies are black
they block the sun
but rest at night
and polish little wings.
She had some photos,
colour shots
of black on black
and scrawny dogs.
I showed her mine,
of gleaming guns
machetes and grenades,
of mobile phones
and German beer
and Playboy magazines.
Her quick reply
was that George Bush
was conquering
the world.
And wanted all
the black folks dead
for new democracy.
I pointed out that
little oil
was ever found
in jungles
and Condoleeza
was not white
that Rumsfeld would
have answers.
Elated thus,
she left my house
a new spring
in her step.
I didn't think
that Rumsfeld had
solutions
for, the dead
and dying Africans
and nor did I
but who would know,
perhaps the many flies?
And then it came
to me, at night
it's not for us to know
we cannot hope
to stop this plague.
But could they
help themselves?
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: money poems, food poems, sad poems, spring poems, house poems, children poems, water poems, hope poems, night poems, world poems, sun poems, dog poems, child poems, sky poems
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Good Morning, My Love
My arms will be prepared
and happy for the chance
to hold you, having been
it seems now, made
especially to wrap around you,
touch and love your skin
and pull you close
so we can hear our drum,
the heart we share
and where our precious blood
a neverending stream
holds souls so filled
with hope and lets them float
their tentacles entwined
moist tongues explore
and greedily take in
all that exudes
from deep within,
creating new
where you become
and I be you.
Herbert Nehrlich
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