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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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.....when I'm sixty-four?
I hope your hands
will always be for
me to hold.
And, if they are
a trifle sweaty,
would you mind
to overlook
this sign of
rampant joy?
I hope your eyes
will always be for
me to love.
And, if they shed
a few shy tears,
so would you mind
I kissed them all away?
I hope your ears
will always be for
my own words.
And if they're sparse
at times or casual
would you mind
me whispering
sweet nothings -
all day and night?
I hope your smile
will always be
just waiting
to shine on me
with love
and tenderness.
And would you mind
to save your smile
when I am sleeping
for morning glory?
I hope your lips
will always be
just waiting,
for kisses that
sing songs
of love for me.
And if I hurry
out the door
still chewing brekkie,
I hope you'll
want to:
look into my eyes,
talk into my ears,
hold my calloused hands
and kiss me
'til I melt.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: hope poems, smile poems, kiss poems, joy poems, night poems, love poems, song poems, sleep poems
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A Hyena
A Hyena
Not a singer and no ballerina
nor the looks of an Angelina,
Vulture one to her friend:
you can see, in the end
she could never attract a hyena.
I shall bring up the subject the day
when my God beams me up, I shall say:
an infallible God,
should consider it odd
to create such inept DNA.
Herbert Nehrlich
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A Tough Pussycat
They got the job that summer,
house-sitting in the Siskiyous.
Among the Ponderosa Pines
and squirrels, bushy-tailed,
bright-eyed and Oregonean.
The owner had been hesitant
entrusting all he owned to, what
for lack of better labels, one could call
a bunch of kids, just starting college.
And in the night of their inauguration
they took some firewater out of pewter mugs,
until their courage had surpassed all reason.
They placed the residential Persian pussycat
onto the tray of GE's Microwave, model eleven.
And sat it to the Quick Defrost, on automatic.
Step two it was decided to prescribe
a thorough wash with Omomatic in the Miele.
There was much laughter as she stared from the inside,
a porthole of thick glass and wildly churning seas.
It was a cracker of a dawn for all of them,
when stinking emesis remained inside the house.
Only the cat had packed her bags, made up her face,
well washed and groomed she'd see this strange and crazy world.
She was a tough and quite resilient pussycat.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Achtung, Achtung -
Let's break out the Heineken Beer,
my Hemi V-8 is now here.
After one longish fight
things turned out quite alright
and my vehicle spouse has no peer.
I have named my new wheels Juliette
it was love at first sight when we met.
After breaking her in
we will live in wild sin
am I over the moon? Well, you bet!
Herbert Nehrlich
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