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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Challenge - A Sonja Limerick
A girl by the name of Sonja
asked me 'do you have them on ya'
wants to see every poem
is just dying to know 'em
she is travelling to Estonia.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Challenge Response Rhymes
In the morning I saw Fred Astaire.
A bit later I went to the Fair,
they were talking about Tony Blair
how he told the old Prez they would share
how his people came over to care
in Iraq's deadly climate and glare
of the desert sun's rays that would tear
into skins and your eyes over there
but the women they don't like to bare
either faces or shapes of a pear,
and who could not display any flair.
I can't wait to return to O'Hare
it's my life that I want them to spare.
That makes 14 good lines now, mon frθre.
But hold on and continue to stare,
this makes sixteen, just add the word Bear.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: women poems, people poems, sun poems, woman poems
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Chambre Chaleureux
Hazel or green,
I did not take
the time to ascertain
(admittedly these words
are to impress) ,
which of the two
claimed for itself
that hue
of soulfulness.
And in my dream
I touched
pale velvet,
that had
revealed itself
with pride
and heady thrill,
surrounded by
the fragrance
of the colour purple.
The touch electrified
and shook the earth
but imperceptibly,
though you looked down
from your small window
and I was left
with chestnut hair
and nothing else.
You did not speak
yet words descended
to play their music
in dissonant allegro,
you spoke the voice
of Bartok just to tell
me of requirements
to earn my place
with you
inside that
tiny
chambre chaleureux.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Chance Encounter
So, come look at me,
let me breathe in your sweetness,
as I marvel at beauty that should not exist.
As you dance with me
in the wind and the weather,
I will hold both your hands.
Will this keep us together?
I will love both your eyes
and caress your sweet face,
smell your hair and then kiss it,
all this beauty of lace.
I don't know how to act
and I'm just a dumb guy.
If I just could be yours
I would never say 'Bye'.
As we dance in the wind
and the moonlight tonight,
I am not in this world,
I'm on a space flight.
All my fibres now hum,
all my senses alert.
As you hold my big drum
as you don't say a word.
I would never have dreamed
that such love could exist.
On the journey of life
I have often been kissed.
Yet it pales into naught
what my soul has been given,
first I dreamed, then I thought
and my actions were driven.
Now the moon is retreating
behind a big cloud,
he is watching this meeting
of a Pom and a Kraut.
We are breathless and flushed
but we dance even faster.
now the forest is hushed
by decree of its master.
And we hold and we tangle,
our limbs do the talking,
as we try ev'ry angle
wildly dancing - not walking.
But at last we must stop
and like children we giggle,
as we lean on each other,
as YOU do a last wiggle.
Now we look at each other,
our eyes at full lock.
And I know I would rather
stay like this, bless my luck.
Our hands are quite sweaty,
our pulses are racing,
as we cuddle quite frozen,
as we're silently facing.
And the forest is quiet,
there's really no sound.
As no man can define it
what the two of us found.
Herbert Nehrlich
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