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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Haikus For Tai
Would it be pleasing
the use of xeno lingo
to soothe the fire?
A tasty twosome
a switch to make it equal
then second cumming.
A proud reminder,
a dropp that glistens sweetly
so pheromonic.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Hail Marys
Inside a church they say Hail Marys,
the normal folks and all pale Harrys.
This old, angelic salutation
has bonds within God's own creation.
Now, Harrys, in their dreams may see
the Lord just as he parts the sea.
And, being boys they do assume
God wants them playing bride and groom.
They bridge the gap and thank their God
for giving blessings and His nod.
But, in the end they're meant to fail
the heavens send down fist-size hail.
The hail fills in the ocean trench
they fucking drown! Forgive my French.
The bible tells such sordid tales
remember those ten-penny nails?
Of course, I know the real reason,
it is the poppy growing season
when fact and fiction get confused
and privileges are abused.
As Jesus hails from Nazareth
where people keep a single pet:
the donkey who will give you clues
because he cannot reproduce.
Testosterone has gone from asses
into the males of all the classes.
That's why they use these Hails to Marys
to make them think of all pale Harrys.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Hail To The Master (first line Haiku)
For I'm a sad one,
a lonely, thoughtful figure
for you to treasure.
Who be the tyrant
ignoring all God's wishes,
he will be slaughtered.
John Tiong Chunghoo is
the omnipotent master
of Haiku pleasure.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: haiku poems, lonely poems, sad poems, god poems
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Hal The Crow
Some twenty years ago there was a crow,
who'd fallen into our new compost bin.
He was near death by daybreak from the fumes
and danced quite drunkenly, when rescue came.
So full of tremours was he that we shook,
both he and I were dancing a slow Polka.
And I was talking with a softness in my voice
and said how sorry we all were that he fell in.
He understood at once and nodded wisely twice,
he had decided that he liked the atmosphere.
And so he stayed with us and often entertained.
He was our novelty and did enrich our lives.
We had a medium zoo, those days were back to nature.
Each animal required some attention.
Yet every morning Hal would get his grooming,
plus a few morsels, those were proof of our love.
And time passed by.
All real colours fade some,
through ravages of unknown fate and pre-selection.
And so it was that novelty turned grayish
and interest was diverted now and then.
The morsels also now came few and far between,
as other high priorities were rather urgent.
The grooming had to last now so much longer,
yet words of praise were lavished as before.
Then, one day Hal's friend Bert, the sparrow
flew in to notify him of a big delay.
The cart that carried food had broken down,
but would be fixed soon, so, please he should not worry.
A few days after, Hal had heard the happy laughter
of all the other creatures, colourful to boot,
he'd brushed the feathers of his scrawny frame with ivory leaves,
put on his travelling hat and flew the coop.
They called for him: Oh Hal, where aaaaare youuuuu?
Day one.
Day two.
Then there was silence.
And even Bert, the sparrow joined the other circus.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: animal poems, sorry poems, food poems, laughter poems, fate poems, silence poems, nature poems, happy poems, friend poems, death poems, dance poems
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