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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Cancer
It's the word
to fear,
more than
fear itself.
Much more.
Billions spent,
trillions sought,
finding
a cure.
Soon,
if you help.
Getting ever
closer,
now almost
there,
you simply must
help
to make it
come true,
for you.
Yet nineteenseventyfour
as compared
to that fair year
just passed
shows that the fear
is justified
as ever.
You see
no difference,
just trillions spent
in the pursuit
of an elusive
gaggle of
wild geese,
but far to clever
and fed by
pathetic ignorance
and human greed.
Herbert Nehrlich
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814.
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Canine Clock
At six-eleven, precisely,
she wakes, first stretches,
then yawns and marches
to the back door.
To do her 'business'
out in the world
of toads and frost.
Ears shaking
new found energy,
high speed into the warmth
and back to feather covers,
on birchwood frame.
Just right for a small child.
Resuming that familiar snore,
until, much later,
when the routine of daylight
takes away the boredom.
When darkness falls
she volunteers
and snoozes soundly
until six-eleven, precisely.
I kid you not.
Herbert Nehrlich
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815.
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Car Theft
Drivin' away in my automobile,
taking a corner a little too fast
chuckling loudly about the great deal
300 horses oh what a sweet blast.
Coppers are hanging on to my tail,
ought to be chasin' the crooks in town,
planting my foot, stay out of jail
what's going up surely comes down.
God gave me this Daimler Benz
ain't my corned beef if laws of the land
do not conform, I have great friends,
up there in heaven where Jesus blends
fuel made for racing, sends it to me
nothing they have will keep up the pace.
I will prevail, be homebound for tea
pigs of the world, give up your chase.
Drivin' away in my automobile
writing my laws as I want them to read,
no one but I would know how to steal
modern fast cars, it's a definite need.
Herbert Nehrlich
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816.
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Cardiomegaly? Really?
Each day I wake and shuffle to
first to the switch and then the loo.
While the computer whirrs and hums
I cross my fingers and my thumbs.
But, hey, she has been there already
when I was still inside my beddie.
At lunch I'm home for just an hour
and there she is, my Fuchsia flower.
I see her everywhere, I do
up in the sky, inside the blue,
and in the water of the ocean
I don't deserve that much devotion.
Instead, I am the one who is
a man who knows the world and his
pre-destined place, no question there,
but things have changed, I may be heir
to destiny's amazing plans
for two bright souls to do a dance.
The future is a big unknown
not clear cut but not overblown,
and if you ask, I say no more
except that I, myself adore
the one who's waved at passing ships
and then came close to kiss my lips.
I kissed her back with open eyes
and felt confused and not too wise.
Then, we repeated in the dark
the kissing, and a single spark
flew like a meteor between
the twins and me, though quite unseen.
The spark ignited that which had
commenced upon a narrow pad.
So many moons back in the past,
so, did we know that it would last?
Don't give me logic or convention,
there is no need for further mention.
We both have cardiomegaly
accommodating you and me.
Herbert Nehrlich
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