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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Dew From You
That bloody dog!
He barks and howls
on Saturdays,
when I need sleep.
The night was short
and fumes rose
from the crumpled bed,
then fell back down
onto the sheets
as morning dew.
Or was that you?
Wild Turkeys flew
through crazy dreams
their feathers scratched
talons draw blood,
around and around they go
and off each tree
falls gold and silver now,
kind angels make all dew
while I make love to you.
Herbert Nehrlich
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1194.
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Dichotomy (by Rachel)
Here is another creation from the pen of
my Protιgιe.
To run, to seek to find
To leave to break, unbind.
When it is lost at last
When all that's gone is past
Then?
To stay to look to be inward
To keep, to heal and tie
So is it found at last
Can all that's past be here?
When?
Herbert Nehrlich
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1195.
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Dicks
Inside a toilet at the Zoo
a man was doing what they do,
he always liked the fellow's size
and feasted on him with his eyes.
By chance though, through the open door
he caught a glimpse and heard a roar,
and when he saw the great big trunk
his happy heart had quickly sunk.
He didn't need to see the rest
this animal was truly blessed.
He knew that in a beast this big
it wouldn't do to own a twig.
The moral is, (as if you cared!) :
the size of organs, when compared,
can scare your own and steal your pride.
My own prefers to stay inside.
Herbert Nehrlich
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1196.
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Die Beschneidung
Ein kleiner Bulle stand im Stalle
und witterte dort eine Falle.
Der Tierarzt wetzte seine Klingen
die Voeglein hoerten auf zu singen.
Geplant war ein gar boeser Streich
schon wurde gar der Bauer bleich.
So schnitt man ihm die kleinen Eier
servierte sie zu einer Feier
als grosses Aphrodisikum.
Und Gott im Himmel? Der blieb stumm.
Herbert Nehrlich
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