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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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2077.
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Passing On
Of all the things men contemplate
one is extremely odd,
arriving at the Pearly Gate,
we make our peace with God.
We carry on our lifeless backs,
huge rucksacks of past deeds,
we leave strange footprints on the tracks
and trample all the weeds.
I am an aging optimist,
Luck is my middle name,
when God goes down the sinners' list
he'll ask me why I came.
I'll say 'Dear God, I made this trip
to offer you my skills,
like Noah, I can build a ship
with all the modern frills.
Should you decide to leave this place
you will be safe with me.
I thank thee for your holy grace.
Now can I have my key? '
Herbert Nehrlich
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2078.
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Past Reason
The road was dark,
conditions treacherous,
heat and humidity,
white ragged rocks,
but he pressed on
to reach the very end,
the biology of cul-de-sac.
Between the firmament
of what they call La Lingua
and past the junction of
Uvula Strait, he paused.
And as the mount erupted
time was suspended.
It had been their wish.
Herbert Nehrlich
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2079.
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Pathetics
She dropped me like a boiling spud
as if I were a bowl of mud.
It is, they say, a great mirage
to wait for soap enriched lavage.
But all the trouble she went through
it was not meant to be for you.
She had forgotten by midday
that you had never gone away.
Herbert Nehrlich
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2080.
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Patience
I laid my hand upon your breast
and drowned my lips with gentle greed.
Your eyes were mine, your core was prest
against me, hard, with urgent need.
And yet we stayed in this position
like frozen statues, all suspended.
The Gods had said that the condition
for lasting love that never ended
would be abstention at this time.
Just close encounter of a kind
that does allow the lust to climb
but would stop short of intertwined
hot bodies that just know they must
search deep inside the other's soul,
that give in freely to their lust,
believing that their lives be whole.
But, when I heard that I could trade
for abstinence the end of time.
So that no clock was ever made,
would be of use or need a chime.
That time would cease now to exist,
I said 'with pleasure', as we kissed.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: lust poems, greed poems, time poems, kiss poems, believe poems
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