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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Corporate Success
As you're walkin' down the street
dreaming of a better day
please look down, close to your feet
floats a shadow, and it may
look familiar to your eyes
it is always there for you
never tells you little lies
never gives the slightest clue.
It is Death, your dearest friend
he will stay until you die
go, look down but do not bend
do not ask him when and why.
Just remember when you fret
that your profit is too meagre
that the only foolproof bet
quite regardless of how eager
you live out your precious time
is the fact that it will end.
Up the ladder you may climb
when suddenly the Gods will send
one brief signal to your keeper
and you slide, with care, back down
as he shows you, your grim reaper:
No pockets in your final gown.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Correction (Haiku)
I do not live in
the continent of blackies,
but I am driven.
The sun is strong here,
it shines on friendly people,
and you are wrong, dear.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Cotton Candy
She meant to write it down,
that vivid dream, so strange
but pleasant, warm and weird.
But then it slipped away
through gaps while brushing
with Oral-B her white enamels.
Try as she might during the day
she realised that there would be
no point and that she'd wait.
Perhaps they had not dissipated
to feed the aspirations and the dreams
of others, this was hers, her handiwork.
And then, while brushing her blond locks
it came to her, the memory of cotton candy.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Courage
When first I jumped it did not take persuasion,
much stronger forces needed fighting 'til they quit.
One trusts a parachute on only one occasion
until the next time when they ask for Agent Grit.
To overcome the inner guardian and succeed
in hairy matters that are threatening to life
it is essential that one recognize the need
to substitute BIG for a smaller strife.
And so it was when I was sitting on the bench,
with Magdalena from the Catholic Lycée,
we had progressed to kissing longer, and in French,
but my left hand, perched on her knee, would not obey.
It took an hour of the strongest concentration.
And only promises of later, greater pleasures
at last allowed me to give in to motivation
to roam around and find the greatest of all treasures.
Herbert Nehrlich
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