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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Clean
So, here I stand,
my God,
unclean before you,
ready to
enter the purgatory
of my own shower.
All waters, hot
have vanished,
though apparently
did purify
five flesh and blood,
who got there,
in succession,
and first.
Now shivering under
the cruel challenge
of temperature, so inhumane,
I ask you, my Creator,
Sire, will this DO?
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: god poems, water poems
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Cleavage
She came into the room,
flaunting, she said, but then,
I do not know what it would be,
that she could use. She grunted,
flashing a pathetic looking one,
some would call cleavage, but not me.
So, I, in turn pulled out my garment,
most dear to me and flashed what,
in a moment of quiet deliberation,
had been exactly measured and recorded,
a true eight inches plus and, thick as a brick.
It was embarrassing but, in a way, so funny.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Climate Change
Anthropogenic climate change,
the very term must strike as strange.
We're set to trade in carbon shares,
comparing broccoli with pears.
Man's ignorance often aligns
with slow and greedy little swines.
Herbert Nehrlich
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1080.
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Climate Change (The Truth)
From geezers down to pimply teens
a few do fancy proper beans.
Though education is much needed
authorities have just conceded
that climate change reversed its course
it's getting colder, well, my horse
and I, we have the proper means
to do our part by eating beans.
Each bean is one small piece of art,
each bean creates at least one fart.
Together, all the farts will rise
up to the Gods (inside the skies) ,
there, once received, they are compressed
inside huge cylinders, then blessed.
You see, ye Gods prefer aromas
that don't put butterflies in comas,
thus all the gas gets sent to earth
where valves then open, giving birth
to carbon in its gaseous state
which smells a bit, but, (ask my mate) ,
makes plants grow big and juicy leaves,
and, in the night, like silent thieves,
they warm the earth and all its creatures,
so listen not to biased teachers
or experts who have floppy ears
(if British they drink heated beers) ,
all change does not depend on smarts
in case of climate, it's the farts.
Herbert Nehrlich
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