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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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2005.
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Old days
I always thought my folks were pretty stupid.
Kept saying how the old days were so great.
And modern times and younger people
were distressing and destructive.
Most every generation throughout history
has uttered these same words with great conviction,
I wash my hands of this and go to look
at the great photo in my wallet.
It shows my daughter and the year is seventy nine.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: history poems, daughter poems, people poems
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2006.
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Old Man Ante Portas
A portal, delicate and still,
a shadow, most pronounced
between two numbers, if you will,
of hair; only the vulgar pounced
upon fragility.
He paused to catch his breath.
How could a man of high nobility,
proceed and face his death?
A trap of honey waiting for sweet cream,
reflecting lumens and fluorescence, fragrant lure,
to feel the stirrings of a young man's hopeful dream
and see reality, still locked and wholly pure.
It startled him to feel determined hands
in symmetry, touch both his loins to say:
'Yes I shall open my small portal to demands,
and if it pleases, you perhaps may want to stay.'
And so it happened that he dwelled for evermore
inside of Roma, near Borghese's Citadel.
Knowing the anagram of Roma spells Amor
he'd chosen Heaven and its pleasures over Hell.
Herbert Nehrlich
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2007.
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Oleomargarine
Napoleon did start the fad
it was because he never had
enough to spend for soldier food
to keep them in the proper mood.
He asked his chemists to invent
an out for his predicament.
The French eat butter and thick cream
drink wine, although this fact may seem
to dummies that are reading this
the antidote to human bliss.
So, warriors who must risk their lives
while worrying about young wives
they want to eat the real thing
the same as any Gallic king.
The chemists soon produced some gunk
which tasted bad, it also stunk
they called it oleomargarine
and served it in a small terrine.
Of course they had deodorised
and filtered and then sanitised
had added flavouring and dye
it looked delicious to the eye.
The cost was 10 percent of butter
one did not need a cookie-cutter
to get it and it simply spread
plus no one suffered or dropped dead.
And since that time the world imbibed
as if they had been somehow bribed
a poison full of nasty fats
which would not interest the cats.
It causes lots of hypertension
but I refrain from further mention
of other illnesses and death
I would be wasting precious breath.
Mankind is listening to devils
who wait for you on many levels
they have, the same as we, two paws
though theirs have nasty-looking claws.
They take the money from your pockets
and steal your health, then wear your lockets.
Please stop and think about the past
and how a healthy life can last.
It isn't really very hard
to grab the butter and the lard
eat eggs each day and heavy cream
that's how you'll realise your dream.
And yes do take a healthy shot
of life-prolonging coconut.
Herbert Nehrlich
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2008.
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Omaha Beach
Omaha Beach.
Who fought for freedom there?
Was there a single coward
or were they all like me?
La Libertι, they sang,
as bullets from those Mausers
brought their own deadly welcome.
What if they gave a war
a question full of logic,
and not a single soul
would show his frightened face.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: beach poems, freedom poems, war poems
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