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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Frog Stereotypes
Frogs are green
like chlorophyll
their eyes bulge out at you
they can be mean
and further still
can fit inside a shoe.
They have a land
all to their own
it ain't a small one, no
so shake their hand
'cause they are prone
to see you as a foe.
They eat their legs
and also snails
and drink the Beaujolais
a frog who begs
is one who fails
be warned, that's all I say.
A stereotype
is something which
applies to definition
of all the hype
it's really Kitsch
and now I'm going fishing.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: frog poems, fishing poems, green poems, warning poems, fish poems
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German Beer
On Old Olympic Mountain Tops
two Germans sat and chewed some hops.
They had no barrels and no tools
and didn't know that they were fools.
Their hope was that persistent chewing
makes obsolete the need for brewing.
One day, the skys did open up
the two did not possess a cup
thus both did open wide their mouths
and pointed noses to the South.
The rain filled up the empty space
ballooning out each fellow's face.
In minutes came, out of each ear
the best Olympic German beer.
So, you can see that good intentions
can scrap the need for all conventions.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Give, Give, Give
Give to the poor, the victims of tsunamis,
of wars and earthquakes, natural disasters.
Reach deep, my friend, the altruist in you
ensures a place, eternal be your life.
Do meet and shake the hands, so manicured
of slick, well dressed and smiling superbosses,
who run their charities so smoothly, and in silence.
And wear designer clothes to make their best impression.
More money is the catch-cry and some more,
we've waited long enough for God's scorn to descend
into this world where punishment is wanting.
It's time to cash and carry for the poor.
Administration is the key word for Accounting.
It costs a lot to cover tracks and live the life,
of what a certain Mr Reilly would have, surely,
regarded as the latest state of art.
Yes, help is needed, billions are now flowing,
we are the suckers paying twice to people who
then turn around to send us terrorists and plagues,
blow our citizens to bits on foreign shores.
We are the lucky ones, we own tremendous riches,
have obligations to extend two golden hands.
But would you tell me who would ever listen
to OUR cries if in the coming future
the tables of catastrophy were turned.
Would inconvenience be the simple explanation,
all money's earmarked for their own urgent concerns.
I hear it now 'We wish that we could help you ',
Perhaps the next time fate does strike we'll ask again.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: money poems, future poems, fate poems, silence poems, friend poems, people poems, time poems, god poems, life poems, world poems, running poems, smile poems
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God The Creator (Haiku)
God has created
a masterpiece, the human,
to be cremated.
When asked the value
of Eve in US dollars
he did not answer.
It was I tell you,
an arm, a lovely leg but
a rib was chosen.
No wonder, surely
you get just what you pay for,
perhaps a ribbing.
God said to Noah,
go forth to the high oceans
hoping they'd perish.
Thus we must suffer
from badly planned and crafted
creative blunders.
Herbert Nehrlich
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