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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Humming
My mother was a hummingbird
my father a black crow
he wouldn't let her speak a word
that's why I'm humming so.
When father died in early Spring
we buried him in dirt
since hummingbirds don't ever sing
she hummed, which he preferred.
Herbert Nehrlich
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1634.
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Hun's Time
A pedestal was home
to a small bar
of soap.
The Codicil
in Rome
had to fall far
from hope.
It washed
all other sins,
at dawn's first sun.
And,
as the mother wins,
there goes,
with God,
the Hun.
Herbert Nehrlich
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1635.
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Hy Men
A tag of velvet, hidden well,
awaits the day when
trepidation rumbles
and shakes
the budding tree.
Explorers always smile
the smile of
reassurance.
As if to say
all will be well.
The fruit soon drops,
spills from its little heart
a precious liquid
soon to greet
a creature wild,
with looks no less banal
than a thin-skinned
and puffed-up caterpillar
from
the horny wilderness
of Kurdistan.
Herbert Nehrlich
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1636.
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I AM
...and when I give I give with wild abandon,
no holds are barred, no watchers are considered.
I lay my head down on the tracks for you my love,
and if you want me all you need to do is take me.
I pray as never ever I have prayed my love,
that I may BE what you have dreamed to have and hold.
I cannot jump my silly god-forsaken shadow,
but if I could I would as I have told
you once before to let you see,
that this is love, for you alone, from me.
Herbert Nehrlich
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