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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Child
It is I, Cantadora,
creator of dreams
for the feeble of mind
and the pressure at seams
that will leave you behind.
In the Kingdom of Bora
every dream makes us wild.
In the fauna and flora
wanders only one child.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Childhood (by Rilke) Translation
It would be good to reminisce
of all that's lost from childhood afternoons,
can they return to me, I miss
those endless hours that are now in ruins.
It does return now, gently, still
perhaps in all the drops of a warm rain
yet we've forgotten what it will
remind us now of riches and no bane
of seeing and just living without care
like creatures yet as humans with no fear
and filled up to the locks of children's hair
a figure of a Thing, it would appear.
The shepherd's loneliness then, in the end
weighed down with endless distances today
and called as if ordained, touched by a friend
a lengthy thread of images, astray
in which it is no use simply to dwell
there is no memory for us to know
and to a stranger, childhood thoughts will tell
of afternoons, where life itself was slow.
Written 1906 in Paris
My version of a translation.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Childhood Lessons
Is filth the same as trash?
Asked little Speedy Zales.
No, trash is what you mash
filth has its own morales.
So boy you need to know
if you smell filth nearby
say loud and clearly No
and never ask them Why.
Some people are disgusting
so stay away from those
and never be too trusting
rely on your own nose.
See, filth live off cacatum
while good ones drink good wine
God has their ultimatum
he always gets the swine.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: people poems, childhood poems, god poems, trust poems
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Children of Poetry
It is a bit like having foster parents,
you think they give a damn, because they really care.
Then comes the crunch, you look up from your pillow
and find they're busy with some other pressing matters.
It leaves a hollow feeling, why did they apply
to have new members come into the family?
To close their ears when children cry their bitter tears
and let the bogeyman come to the bedroom window.
So, Foster children must pack up and leave,
perhaps it's best to steal away in night air's silence,
all in the knowledge that they are alone in grief
and say good-bye, to be forgotten in no time.
I have two dogs at home and 8 intriguing birds,
they are our children and we feed and keep them comfy,
marauding cats or other evil gets evicted
yet other places have their own rules to obey.
So when the children have no choice but to escape
to find a world that caters well to their small needs
they hear the laughter of some others like an echo
it follows loudly like the sound of empty skulls.
And as a wise man once remarked about us humans
we have two souls inside our grossly swollen chest
the one to fear is named quite fittingly Miss Envy
there are so many with that name who stand and watch.
It is a pity what we tolerate for others
should evil fall upon thy neighbour, close the door
we know that Judgment Day is still so far away
that's why the cat has nine and we get only one.
Herbert Nehrlich
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