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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Domkop
In Holland where the tulips grow
and mills turn in the breeze
where barges have small boats in tow
and where they make great cheese.
It's where the gods do send the creeps
to punish and to change
did they forget that Holland keeps
the dumbells within range?
Each kop who doesn't think too straight
a blight is for all men
their presence punishes the state
until they're gone again.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Eating Disorders
An anorexic fly was flying
around the kitchen, near the stove
he smelled the spuds that they were frying
so now and then he slowed and dove
down to the pan to have a peek
when suddenly a pale, anaemic
and funny looking two-winged freak
accosted him, said 'I'm bulemic'
I am so starved, must have some food.'
The anorexic fly was fearful
that this bulemic would fall in
not only was he very tearful
he'd also lost that insect grin.
So, fly said go and get some spuds
I'll keep an eye out for the cook
he did then emptied out his guts
that's what is written in the book
about bulemics, but those flies
who purge their takings aren't up-front
and to deceive they will tell lies
but please permit me to be blunt
it doesn't really bother me
that flies can have eating disorders
the most important theory
about disease causation borders
on witchcraft and plain old conjecture
the search goes on to find a cure
that's why I gave this little lecture
I wanted to make really sure
that people think about this more
prevent the deeds that often kill
because the victims never will.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Feedback From Management
It's been days that i heard from the French
while I rested my stuff on a bench
they could care to be fair
or to properly share
all that's left is a gallic ole stench.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Gardening
Just below the blue horizon
all the earth is lush and green.
Digging, planting supervising
and busier we've never been.
The fisherman thought 'What a catch',
I'll lead you to the veggie patch.
We grow tomatoes, parsley, lettuce,
and sugar beets, zucchini, beans,
and never notice that she's met us,
we don't know her or what she means.
She's not the one to make this match,
I'll lead you to the veggie patch.
We rest on sorghum bales, my love.
The sun feels warm, your hair is curled,
she sees the drama from above:
Skeleton woman - underworld!
All bones, no flesh, that's all she hath,
come with me down the garden path!
You hold my hand, our elbows touch,
I drink the fragrance of your skin.
This spirit presence, it's too much
but well we know - this thing is kin.
She looks so scary, strange and wild,
come to my garden with me, child.
What does she want, do we not know?
Is there a reason for her presence?
Why has she come from down below
to visit us two little peasants?
While we don't know what all this means
I'll take you now to see my beans.
And, as we wander through the meadow,
we lose our fear and find our love.
And gone is now the deadly shadow,
the sun still warms us from above.
Our souls are happy to be free,
I'll take you to my apple tree.
Now, as we enter through the gate
the garden is in splendid bloom.
A mistletoe ask us to wait,
we've left behind all gloom and doom.
I look now deep into your eyes
and take you in to paradise.
Herbert Nehrlich
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