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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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2029.
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One Life To Share
They knew that afternoon that they would be
down in the foothills of the snow-capped peaks.
Placed there by providence and not by happy choice.
They'd wear their grubbies though below their ruddy cheeks
and listen carefully now to their inner voice.
Equipped to climb are few yet many dare to try
there is such promise in the summit's fantasy,
but there they stood in thought and let their time go by
until the sun went home in sadness for their plight.
She sighed and took his face, her hands now dark from frost
we need to move my LOVE, for lonely be our night
and then they knew that they could be forever lost .
They kissed to warm their frozen lips and then their tongues
exploring all familiar places from the past
a glacial wind reached off the mountain, for their lungs
the sound of avalanches chased another blast.
He felt her knee against resistance near his thighs
and tightened arms around her quickly though with care
she crushed him harder and she whispered 'No Good-Byes'
and they knew then that there would be one life to share.
Herbert Nehrlich
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2030.
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One Night Stand
A flower, young and pretty pink
stood where a sailor took his drink.
The sailor was a stocky man
and blocked the wind as big blokes can.
But when his woolen trouser sleeve
slipped down to warm the New Year's Eve
for this small flower, just by chance
it outperformed the best-laid plans.
The drinking spree went on to dawn
then, with a sudden stifled yawn
the sailor waved his calloused hand
and said, 'Hello, my one night stand.'
Herbert Nehrlich
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2031.
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ONE WOMAN'S MENOPAUSE
M ild may the mental illness be
E ach day the yearning to be free.
N o friends, no fans and all alone
O ld age established in each bone.
P oor genes, due to substandard mix
A t best it's close to one-o-six.
U pended by the slightest breeze
S carred lungs puff out a noisy wheeze.
E ach time I look, I need to sneeze..
Herbert Nehrlich
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2032.
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One Year - By Rachel
One Year
The height of folly I had said
to write a letter to -
One who may not welcome it
Or give a jot for you.
To throw it out in cyberspace
And risk his scorn anew?
My heart said yes, my head said no,
I gave my heart its due.
Oh joy on joy an answer came
To my short 'hello there'.
He did recall and wanted more
And even seemed to care.
Tentative first words begin
Before we start to dare
To show our lives, our minds, our selves,
And bits of soul to share.
From this small touch from far away
A friendship's passion grew,
Stirred up from embers of the past
But of a different hue.
Without the flesh, or eye-to-eye,
Or hands, or yet a clue,
We forged ahead dismissing cant
And dreamed a better view.
If God would grant a little space
And just a dot of time
To see again in vital form
Would be a gift sublime.
But if this grant is not to be
And we just write and rhyme,
To touch again this brilliant man
A treasured boon is mine.
I think Rachel is getting very good. Don't you?
Herbert Nehrlich
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