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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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2037.
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OSTBF Jerry's Operation
He will walk with you whether
you like it or not,
and if so he will bounce you
like a cockatoo feather
and then sign on the dot
the green voucher that grants
a whole sackful of years
full of ravings and rants
of good Scotch and cold beers.
And a woman whose temper
takes this poet in stride
as her password is SEMPER,
and her style true and tried.
When you wake you will slur
even swearwords my mate,
but you may just prefer
to syllabicate.
Herbert Nehrlich
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2038.
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Our Cabin In The Bush
Oh give me Zeus the power to appease,
a tree has grown and sprung from deep within,
it is not shade but simple pleasure it pursues
it points its leafy crown at her, it wants to spin,
and like a rocket it would penetrate with ease.
There is a cabin in her forest painted pink
its logs are covered with a dozen types of dews,
safe home for spiders and sweet nectar, there to drink
and heady vapours for arousal of bold dreams.
I shall sit silently and touch the curly moss
it is not thoughts and not analysis I seek,
in all my travels I have bathed in many streams
and found each water to reflect a common gloss
no current ever led upstream to reach a peak,
but it is mountaintops I treasure, for the view
devoid of trees they reign, majestic and as twins
wild storms bring rain yet my own tongue prefers fresh dew.
There is confusion, Mother Nature, slave of time
may interfere with squirting demons without fins
until my soul absconds, I'll taste this single lime
it's born of passionfruit and roses, kissed by dew.
Succumbed to slumber, she invited me inside
I tossed my locks and swam upstream into the cave
wet walls were narrow, in the gorge there was no guide.
The sound of silence, reminiscent of a grave,
where I had left the silly years and moved ahead
I travelled on to reach the tunnel's distant end
when little angels pulled me to a just-made bed.
Come close my prince she whispered, take my hand
and then she opened and released a teasing tongue,
lie beside me, if you do not want to stand
and then she sang as no one ever could have sung.
She took the tree that had evolved from within me
and squeezed it firmly thus extracting precious seeds,
'we'll plant them soon as far as any eye can see',
We never left the little cabin in the weeds.
Herbert Nehrlich
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2039.
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Our Coffee Tree
We got ourselves a coffee tree
it gets some KNP and pee,
and grows by leaps and little bounds
attracting terriers and hounds.
We go, first light, with cup and jug
and place the cup (a solid mug) ,
beneath the branch that really brags
and, fully laden, truly sags,
then, slowly and with special care
we pour hot water through the air,
it penetrates the berries' skin
producing a concerted grin.
Inside the house, we heat the brew
from 60 to one hundred, do
tell all your buddies it is time,
to have a cuppa worth a dime.
We also own a tree of bread,
the fruit that imitates the head.
what if we manage to survive
and stay with basic things alive,
I'll sit next to my coffee tree
and after fifteen cups I pee.
Herbert Nehrlich
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2040.
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Our Heart
Today I shall go to the beach
to draw a heart for you.
At water's edge, just within reach,
a crisp new heart I'll do.
Our names will go inside this heart,
initials holding hands.
What could look like a piece of art
it's feelings writ' in sand.
And when the tide takes it away
to leave an empty space.
Our heart lives on, we are okay,
I see your lovely face.
So, let me draw in our sand
the same heart every day -
why don't you come, give me a hand
and never go away?
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: beach poems, today poems, water poems, heart poems
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