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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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CJ's Misunderstanding
I was dreaming of getting a peck
on the cheek from a poet named Heck.
She had seen one of mine
thought it was like fine wine
but she missed and kissed only my neck.
Then she woke to discover those ones
just enough for duodenal runs.
And a mean spirit said
it was Herbert who had
placed the numbers, as one of the Huns.
Then the fairy came to her at night
with a silken chiffon, what a sight.
And she told her that he
would forever be free
like a free-flying spirited kite.
And a spirited kite would admire
CJ's poems like cavemen the fire.
He would soon be in awe
by the writings he saw
let us hope she will never retire.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Class Distinction
I'm not sure but I really suppose
that the facts are, well, dammit who knows
just a mix of small lies
but I'll shun the small fries
yet a tiny one prospers and grows.
Said an ugly and shit-covered fly,
I am flying so high in the sky
that the odour is scant
to the average ant
you may call me the fly on the sly.
You the people know (Jeeezus) so little
hence no chance for an early acquittal,
as today we campaign
we shall hide our disdain
all you have is a few drops of spittle.
We are born to be rulers of fools
use a whip on the oxen and mules.
We don't care about you
this is utterly true,
it's the Have-Not who whinges and drools.
To the end of the world, the hereafter,
we look up where you hang on a rafter.
So what did you expect
from a group so select,
you will swing to the sound of our laughter.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Class Dummy
Did you hear of the dummy who cried
when the others went on their joy ride
they had counted to ten
and to do it again
there was 'one' who ran quickly to hide.
He had bothered the friendly old teacher
when he showed them a simple math feature
though his mind could not grasp
and the pupils all gasped
so they called him an ignorant creature.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: teacher poems, joy poems, running poems
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Class Excursion
It was the last and final day of their school year,
the atmosphere quite festive and excited.
And Christmas carols lullabied the ear,
when Mr. Gallus from his rooms alighted.
He was their teacher, into mostly Math,
wore horn-rimmed glasses and maroon bow tie.
A lisp, and in his music class said bath for bass,
but his authority and power made the pupils shy.
Today was field excursion and the 50 students,
had earlier prepared their knapsacks well.
Their mothers had then mentioned things like prudence.
Oscar was the student dressed like Wilhelm Tell.
Off they went by bus to Kruger Park,
and the teacher talked so he could teach.
'We will stay there until shortly after dark,
that will bring more learnings within reach.'
When the sun had seen enough of this
she left, darkness came, reflected by the river.
Lions roared and then a scary hiss
from right behind gave all the boys a shiver.
Two hours and they'd made it to the summit.
It was the Kruger Dam's Bridge, highest on the globe.
Just looking down one felt like instant vomit,
and teacher Gallus now took out his probe.
'As you can see here, boys and girls', he said,
'it is straight down, but darkness gives illusion,
and if we measured speed and fall and MET
we could reach some significant conclusions.'
'I propose that all of you prepare
as a test of character, no doubt,
for the free fall -this is not a dare -
and I'll tell you later what it's all about.
Though the light is dim you all must aim
in between the rocks, go for the waves.
That way, the touch-down will not be the same
as it would jumping into mountain caves.'
'And, at 90 meters it is clear,
that the faster that you fall
will be your speed - I'll watch from here,
timing all who jump and that is all.'
So, the biggest nerd stepped boldly up,
climbed on the railing and went on his way.
All his comrades watched him from atop,
when he hit the teacher said 'Okay! '
What that meant was number two was due,
and he didn't have to wait too long:
Another pupil, after taking off his shoes,
flew into nothing.Someone hummed a song.
Well, it took a while, they all jumped but,
and everyone had landed with a noise,
there was a boy known as the High School Mutt,
Oscar had never joined in much with other boys.
He plain refuse what madly had been asked
and told the teacher 'You go have the pleasure ',
to which he said that his important task
was to record and calculate and measure, measure, measure.
And, with a sudden move so quick it worked,
he grabbed the renegade by his lapel.
And heaved and strained and bucked and finally jerked
him over, kicking, screaming, with the loudest yell.
Now he had his data and he would
write a paper on it very soon.
Get rewarded for it if he could.
He looked down now as it was full moon.
There was movement down between the stones,
only feeble and no sounds came up.
He'd come back next year then to study bones,
and he - laughingly - considered jumping from the top.
Sadness now has filled the reader's mind,
the truth is always difficult to take.
But it may be quite impossible to find
any teachers that for science's sake,
would make their students jump into abyss.
However, if you're looking for a student
who would jump, please believe me
many do exist.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: teacher poems, school poems, christmas poems, believe poems, river poems, music poems, power poems, truth poems, song poems, moon poems, dark poems, sun poems, light poems, girl poems, work poems
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