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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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1977.
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Obama?
Yes Obama's the talk of the town,
he took over from Dubbya the clown.
though the name rings no bell
I'd prefer sweet Michelle
in her 'jamas or even a gown.
Herbert Nehrlich
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1978.
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Objects
Weighty words of trusted bible notwithstanding,
the objects in some eyes cannot be seen
by bold observers peeking, beyond closed lids
nor from the inside of those bible-bashing friends.
Yet they are present and fulfil a noble purpose,
fully respected by a man's seedy companions,
it makes a mockery of all the earnest words,
as fear of God can punish not all moneychangers,
and pleasant words will never soothe our wounds.
And only the reflection has diminished.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: fear poems, god poems, respect poems, trust poems, friend poems
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1979.
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Observed
He'd been thinking about a good line
as the evening began to decline.
But she smiled with a nod
and it doesn't seem odd
that today they are tasting good wine.
On the weekend there was a convention
it was fine and deserves a good mention.
He was eager to dine
and they did, drank some wine
then he asked for their date an extension.
When the moon went to bed it was late
they were standing, too close, near the gate.
Though he was pretty shy
with his polka dot tie
when they parted he whispered, 'please wait.'
For Barbara H. - California Beaujolais
Herbert Nehrlich
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1980.
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Observed - Part II
He had booked them the hot air balloon,
as the blossoms of love sang a tune.
But they missed it, though just
and his love turned to frust,
she had slept in her bed until noon.
So he went to inspect now her house,
and through magic turned into a mouse.
As he crouched near the door
on her bedroom's cold floor
she was just slipping into her blouse.
And his heart did the giggle and skip
when the skirt was pulled up to her hip.
Well, her smooth and soft thigh
made him let out a cry
drowned out when she fastened the clip.
He was loaded with testosterone
and could feel it in every bone.
So, a quickly hatched plan
turned him back to a man
but it failed and he now was a clone.
She was ready to go when she saw
two grey mice, and she yelled for the law.
Then the pair grew four wings
and those small wiggly things
and they landed, headfirst in her bra.
It was logical that she would faint.
And much later when he had explained
that she should understand
and he asked for her hand.
But she knew that he wasn't a saint.
Herbert Nehrlich
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