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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Be Still My Heart
I look at you, no words are said,
your cheeks take on a tinge of rouge.
Moist lips now speak their silent words,
come closer, and they whisper more,
the promise that was never made
flows in a trickle from the corners of your mouth,
I shall not waste another beat,
be still my heart, our kisses are for you.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Be Strong, My Child
You pain has reached the depth
inside the inner core.
It drives you mad and wild
be strong my precious child.
And like flesh-eating germs
they nibble at your soul.
Would you please hold my hand,
we'll keep you whole.
God's own disgusting plan
it had you riled.
Be strong for this strange man,
my precious child.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Be There
I hold you tight my love,
across the violent sea.
They've gone to certain hell,
sunk like a wounded ship
that rang its final bell
while lightning from above
struck all the free.
Monsoons of salty tears
make up new waterfalls,
you mourn a precious life
and pray that, as it nears
you'll have the iron balls
to play abandoned wife
and talk to me.
I ask no sweet return
nothing in gold,
but when the Gods adjourn
I'm there to hold
that soft and fragrant you
in endless time,
that promised sky is blue
so let us climb.
No tree would be too tall
too hard no task.
If there is need to fall
I'll be your mask.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Beamed Back
I woke with just a twinge of shame
your face had smiled inside a frame
at me, your Mona Lisa eyes
were young and fresh and, oh so wise.
The picture hung in my old school
where years ago, I'd been the fool.
You had, it was so very clear
lured me to you, to have me near.
The symbol here, the word called frame
brought Sigmund part of his big fame.
My dream was wild (they're never tame)
it started when you breathed my name.
Herbert Nehrlich
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