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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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1913.
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Mikhail Militz
Au Canada,
they found him,
the name is, truly,
Militz, he was caught
in machinations
of sordid kind.
But no one knows
is it the one
who bragged
and dragged
some others
through private shit?
And was he then,
dipped into yuck
himself, oh my!
They locked him up
and dumped the key
but one of those
deceptive friends
let him escape
across the line,
back in the fold.
But hold your horses,
he was so ugly
that someone felt
he needed care
inside the cage
for being him.
That's how it ended,
and no one heard
his filthy words
or smelled his lies
ever again.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: horse poems, friend poems
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1914.
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Milestones For Courtney
Young Courtney was much into feeling,
she liked men, even boys to be kneeling.
When a Westpoint cadet
heard her shout 'no, not yet',
he came quickly and messed up the ceiling.
From that day she has changed her demeanour,
she got prickly and also much meaner.
Then she hatched a cute plan
which declared every man
a pathetic, inedible wiener.
Then a wise man told Courtney one day
that the seat of man's brain in some way
hangs between his two legs
framed by flaccid-skin eggs
and that girls were created to play.
So she travelled in search of some action,
though herself not a real attraction,
they played poker instead,
let her go to her bed
in the hope of some self-satisfaction.
Thus you see how that honed her life skills,
she saw others who tilted at Mills.
But she only could watch
never felt a true crotch,
though the pheromones got in her gills.
In the forum and out on the street
she is scathing and lusting to beat
those who seem to be men
but again and again
she falls down and ends up at their feet.
Let me close lest it turns to obsession
I shall honour and practice discretion.
It is always quite clear
that a human's own fear
masquerades as a bold self-possession.
Herbert Nehrlich
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1915.
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Mind Games
.......and thinking about it
when the time comes,
that all learnings
will converge
and you will have
the experience
of delight
and comfort.
Not at a later time
but now.
And you may wonder
about the
impossible actuality
which precedes all
foreboding
of knowledge
and clarity
and brings about
change
to the phenomena
of life.
....and soon
I will want to
tell you
all about
your awareness.
Of that feeling
of acceptance
and of warmth
and
befuddlement.
...and of profound
curiosity through the
changing focus
of your eyes.
Knowing what you can
experience
and what you want
for now
and what you need
for other times
is allowing the
progression of
welcome satisfaction
into the totality of
awareness.
So surprising
to you
and at last
you will wonder
how soon
you can forget
to remember
to forget.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: change poems, remember poems, time poems
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1916.
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Mind Your Language
Are you, please pardon my audacity, I ask
a serviceman who keeps the nation safe from foes?
I offer you a nip or two, come closer, from my flask,
so tell me how it is where war's tornado blows.
I hear there were a thousand servicemen who fell,
performing simple chores perhaps when tripping just by chance,
it's not like we civilians who must pass on into hell
exhausted from the labours and the constant song and dance.
They say you sacrifice, though falling would seem mild,
performing service is a noble thing for man to do,
as you can tell, I'm really still a youngster, well, a child
but when I'm grown I want to be a serviceman like you.
Herbert Nehrlich
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