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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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1873.
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Marlene
Berlin, they say, is worth a trip
you come, go through the famous gate,
in La Taverna take a nip
where the Blue Angel had her date
with destiny and smoky song
and where the drink called Berlin White
ascended new, and strange positions
and from those lofty, thin-air height
inept Berliners made decisions.
Marlene, we still believe in you,
our love can never die or shrink
and when we visit our Zoo
we are reminded in a blink
that no one ever really mattered
until you sang Lily Marlene,
around us everything was battered
I looked at you, with dumb and plain
but lusty eyes and sweaty hands
you did not mind my obvious drools
today, as memory still stands
you speak to me, one of the fools.
I love you, sweetheart kiss your fingers
worship the ground you graced just once
the scent of you, it's fresh, it lingers
I keep your photo from my sons.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: destiny poems, angel poems, memory poems, believe poems, today poems, kiss poems, song poems, love poems, son poems
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1874.
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Martin L.
Zwei Flaeschchen Wein das muss mal sein
doch gibt es Saft dem Ueberbein.
Er bleibt im Zimmer dann allein
so muss es sein, so muss es sein.
Er warf das Tintenfass mit Wut
war stets dem Teufel auf der Hut.
Gott gibt den Menschen ihren Mut,
laesst sie allein mit ihrem Blut.
Darf uns das Reden denn genuegen?
Grossworte, sprich, in vollen Zuegen.
Die Wahrheit findet man in Kruegen
voll Rebensaft und ohne Luegen.
Herbert Nehrlich
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1875.
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Mary
And do you think
that, quite contrary,
I'm on the brink
to show you, Mary,
I could have been
well, somehow wrong?
There is an inkling
in my mind
it drifts around
just like a song
and in the morning
after tinkling
when all my teeth
want to be seen
nobody left
truly behind?
I've heard that
sometimes,
stone meets stone,
and calcitonin
makes the bone
and that, belatedly
and strangely,
the blueberry
and thistle vines
are friends without
the recognition.
And was it really
the great Cronin
who sent me on
this final mission?
I am so sorry
if this fits
and will go out
to turn a wheelie
so could you bear
with me some more?
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: sorry poems, sometimes poems, song poems, friend poems
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1876.
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Mary And Harry - An Outhouse Tale
Mary had a man who sat
all day on the shitter,
Harry sat but hardly shat,
because his wife was bitter.
She had a sour face all day
and nights she turned the tables,
when Harry had big hopes to play
she sent him to the stables.
One day when Harry was alone
he went out to the Dunny,
hung up a sign, said Harry's Throne
and giggled, it was funny.
When Mary came to see her man
chained to the bloomin' shitter,
she handed him a garbage can
and that's when Harry hit her.
You see she wanted to convey
that he was really loaded,
with crap, but be that as it may
all trust had now eroded.
So Harry stayed upon his throne
that's where he met his Devil,
the Devil used his mobile phone
to call his brother Neville.
Hey Neville, I've got one for you
he's in a lavatory
the place just reeks of pee and pooh
wait til I tell the story.
So Neville came, took him away
they'd put him in the fryer,
but Mary, who was quite okay
she aimed for something higher.
She'd fallen in the smelly pit
and hidden deep down under,
by putting up with all that shit
she stole the devils' thunder.
And if you think this tale is weird
(perhaps it IS a riot) ,
just think that Mary never feared
and in the shit kept quiet.
Herbert Nehrlich
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