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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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1793.
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Legal Notice
They sat there in their leather chairs,
adorned with robes of proud tradition
and nodded gravely, now and then.
Dishevelled stacks of paper here
and there and threatening to fall
onto the plush and royal Persian floor.
Charged with their citizens' affairs,
from murder down to common petty theft
black dress and faces talcum white,
the mood was somber in these halls but for
the days of Carnival late in November.
They'd banked his entry fee some time ago,
a hefty sum allowing caviar to be procured
for lazy lunches in the holy cellars.
A year had passed in ordinary fashion,
frayed nerves ignored and envelopes despatched,
submissions from the left and then, the right,
and sealed with oval rubber stamps and script.
There was an air of expectation in the early Spring,
a hearing would be held to ascertain
that justice would be seen as it appeared
and pax vobiscum gave the common man his due.
A beige manilla flyer, marked couvert, it left
these silent halls to find the bitter man
who had been wronged by his own blood
and who was waiting for a signal from his God.
The style impeccable, the words rang loud and clear,
his eyes went blurry as he sat there in his chair.
' Informal notice to you Sir, not a conviction,
this matter is, of course, outside our jurisdiction.'
Herbert Nehrlich
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1794.
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Legging it
'Twas bedtime, very late the hour,
I shuffled slowly past the bath
when through the door I heard the shower,
so I reversed my sleepy path.
And peeked inside. So that I might
thus ascertain the reason for
the sound that cometh through the door.
And what a sight now greeted me!
There was my lovely getting wet-
in preparation for the bed?
And upwards and below the knee
she was applying shaving gel
with woman's hands, so lovingly.
The water off. The razor stroking
her scrumptious legs now, up and down.
I stood like Mesmer, almost choking,
so grabbed a footstool and sat down.
She didn't mind me watching her
and glanced at me, and smiled a bit
her kimono, it seemed to me
was flashing at me through the slits.
I've always liked that kimono.
It's not judgmental, nor severe.
It covers her.....well...just so-so-so,
although, believe me, I don't leer.
As she cut the smallest hairs,
avoiding hasty nicks and tears
I marvelled at the time it took
to bring about the baby look.
Was just about to recommend
to let it grow to its desire,
when I remembered, trusted friend
that shaved legs set my heart on fire.
I rinsed them off and tested both
for smoothness and for imperfections.
And told her 'you shave very close',
the razor's name was 'New Directions'.
The cream was waiting by the bed.
She settled back, but naked now.
I like it when she's game to let
me rub it in -and I know how.
I spent considerable time,
ensuring that this application
be welcomed like a nursery rhyme.
It was a wonderful sensation.
And very gently then I kissed
some spots that she had skipped or missed:
Her heels, her feet and pointed knees
and nether parts that no one sees-
ten precious tootsies, one by one,
they had to, wanted to be done.
I had not used the cream on those,
that would be just like wearing gloves.
Her toes now lightly tapped my nose,
you're listening to a man who loves.
He loves every cranny, each nook and each hair,
he treasures her shyness, her smile and her flair.
He changed from a heathen to a true believer.
A creation like this - could you ever leave her?
And all you people -are you peeping?
No need for that - no need to roam.
A dozen nights of happy sleeping:
She shaves again, and I'll be home!
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: baby poems, believe poems, woman poems, happy poems, hair poems, smile poems, friend poems, fire poems, water poems, people poems, home poems, women poems, remember poems, sleep poems, kiss poems, change poems
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1795.
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Leper's Shame
A leopard strolled to look for food
when, near some trees, in happy mood
a leper stood and watched gazelles
he loved the sounds and sights and smells
here in the Serengeti Desert proper.
Just then, a scared and noisy hopper
ran off with tail between his legs,
he would be scared about his eggs,
but then, a sound of desert thunder
came to his ears, he saw his blunder
of having wandered here today,
in terror he began to pray.
The leopard who had wandered close
said 'Howdy, pal, do you suppose
that you would be a leper then? '
'Oh, majesty, please spare my life
I have at home a pretty wife,
so let me go, I shall send her
a dish she is, a big one, Sir.'
The leopard, bachelor as such
stuck out his paw to feel and touch
the leper's skin, so full of knots
he said oh my, you too have spots.'
And left him standing in his shame
they had in common just a name.
Herbert Nehrlich
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1796.
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Lessons
A little boy, so full of greed
for knowledge thus to nourish
his mind where every tiny seed
would enter, there to flourish.
His eyes were big, his ears alert,
his face a questionmark.
And so he spent, this little squirt
his hours dawn to dark.
He never dreamed that he would meet her
so many years after he'd learned,
made in the European Theatre
he had been broken, growth adjourned.
He had it all, from Math to Chem,
his man-made destiny:
It was to be a learned man
or rot in misery.
A thousand books were on his shelves,
Herbarium, Laboratory,
and both his parents saw themselves
ordainers of this story.
There's Discipline with cap'tal D,
there's duties, chores and obligation,
and there's 'work will set you free',
you, too can be an imitation.
Then SHE was there, so suddenly.
I looked at her - she looked at me.
And when we spent some time together
we found us birds of the same feather.
She had a key that fit a lock
inside my inner maze.
The lock was rusted, so she knocked
to see if she could raise
the boy inside who sat and read
another science book,
his papers piled up on his bed
and in the corner nook.
The lock then opened through sheer force,
she had extensive skills.
He was surprised and shocked, of course,
but sat there, pale and still.
She took his hand to feel his pulse
because she was attracted.
And soon they danced the Vienna Waltz
as now they interacted.
That room was home for seven days,
they never left it once.
Genetic Bond, to coin a phrase,
day seven saw them dance.
They left together shabby quarters
and rusted locks behind,
and understood now life's own rorters
and read each other's mind.
Today they live in Paradise,
that is each other's special heart,
he learned that 'love' differs from 'wise',
the lesson learned did smart.
They do not use analysis
of Chemistry or Mathematics,
when they stop now and then to kiss
or do some acrobatics.
They kiss to taste each other - yes!
They hug to love each other -Bless!
They know what you would rather.......- Guess!
Herbert Nehrlich
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