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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Vatertag
Am Vatertag ging's ab nach Buxtehude,
wir hatten Bier und alles andere dabei.
Doch auf dem Weg stand ganz allein ein kleiner Jude
es war ein Unfall und es gab den letzten Schrei.
Als alter Nazi muss ich sagen, Adolf war
der grosse Fuehrer, den die Menschheit sah als Gott,
denn heute geht es und das ist uns allen klar,
querfeld und ohne eine Karte, Hueh und Hott.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Warm Thighs
It matters not, my friend to me just who you are,
a reputation of acclaim preceded you,
like Doktor Faustus wearing robes, a modern Czar,
you make me shiver as I feel the secret dew.
As for myself, I did enjoy the lustful tone
of sagging springs inside the mattress as you drummed.
I say that Phallus, then as rigid as a bone
would hear the farewell of Carmina as she hummed.
The song of honeysuckle, as it spills with ease
to be awaited by a tremulous, moist tongue.
Oh Priapeia, let us rest beneath tall trees
and taste of waters where the nightingale has sung.
Immersed in streams like rowdy hooligans in May,
with silver pouches bursting wildly at the seams,
in steepled grace both hands embracing as they pray
warmed by soft thighs and extraordinary dreams.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Wishes
If wishes had flippers I'd certainly flip
salty kisses (true rippers) on each ruby red lip.
If wishes were swallows I would fly to your nest
I would hide in the hollows for a look and a rest.
But if wishes were futile and sweet words never heard
I would dream of a nubile and delicious young bird.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Yorkshire
The terrier loved perverted fun,
knew lousy weather, little sun.
His stubby legs could barely run
so he made up the game of 'one'.
For yonks he spent his lonely nights
on his computer, using bytes.
Soon, Carpal Tunnel got his wrists
thus grew the pile of unmarked lists
of names of poets he could hate
and from the shadows he would rate.
He did not know that his malaise
could have been cured in simple ways.
A vitamin, it's called B-Six
is for the tunnel a great fix,
as for the terrier's misery,
he lacked the vitamin called D.
Which can be taken through the hide,
but, sunshine's lacking countrywide.
Thus, things were looking rather bleak,
his brain, quite tiny, sprang a leak.
And no more 'Ones' were ever seen
on Poemhunter's happy scene.
Herbert Nehrlich
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