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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Frenulum labiorum pudendi
Like the rose you could be
if a flower you were
you would blossom for me
dit je t'aime ΰ mon coeur.
Just today as a woke
mon coeur s'est arrκtι
and I thought that it broke
yet you came, Libertι,
as we crossed the big river
in that small little tinny
I was stroking your liver
and caressing your inny.
Klingt das Echo, ein Eid
let the avalanche break
in the tide of the slide
le fourchette, near the lake.
And she greets him, 'Effendi'
as he enters her cave
fren. labiorum pudendi
it's the land for the brave.
Herbert Nehrlich
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1398.
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Freudian
Blemishes are what you get
when you are not in full control
and when the world's corrupted net
has sucked you in through one small hole.
And by the time it spits you out
you're badly stained and full of it
and as you stand there, you may shout
who is the cause for all this shit.
Well, rest assured it may be you
just follow these astute directions
see if it fits (I mean the shoe)
and if it does, upon reflection,
you've seen the light at last my friend
so if it's something to avoid
this blemish acquisition trend
don't listen to old Sigmund Freud.
Herbert Nehrlich
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1399.
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Frisson
She'd fantasised about it,
mornings woke her roughly,
in half sleep she'd see the leaf,
'twas difficult to tell the brand,
though she had always liked
the earthen colours of the maple leaf.
His molten lava geyser like and hot
would hide the luscious hues
and, through eternal flow, bestow
multiple layers of opaque bernaise,
until the weight could overcome
and plunge the centre to its doom,
into a slippery grave of wild and wet
as in the end of ends he'd pulverise
in battle heat and sounds of near frisson
all traces of its bold and floral origin.
Herbert Nehrlich
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1400.
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Frivel
Mary got a fiancee,
called the fellow Frivel,
all the fellow did all day
was to sneeze and snivel.
Mary was a poetress,
loved those clever rhymes,
Frivel liked to window dress,
and those bamboo chimes.
Frivel dribbled but one day
Mary just dimissed him
Frivelboy could never say
why nobody kissed him.
Herbert Nehrlich
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