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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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2117.
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Pluck Those Flowers?
Just think my friend, what does it mean
when no more flowers can be seen
the sight of flowers does surprise,
their beauty, gentle to the eyes
their fragrance, lovely to the nose
much poetry and welcome prose
but God made flowers, yes, indeed
to give some beauty to each weed.
The flower that you pick to keep
creates a wound so very deep
and through the forest goes a sigh
a flower, plucked, will always cry.
Please go to any pub instead
or stay at home, rest in your bed.
But if you feel you want to pick
a flower, please just wait a tic,
ye Gods have planted all to make
our lives reality, not fake.
He did forget to emphasise
that man be thoughtful, also wise
he plucks a virgin from her perch
and looks at married ones in church.
I think we would be well advised
if most of us just realised
that sitting on the porch of hope
we'd never need the kick of dope.
But love will surely find us soon
it is a deal between the moon
and all the stars that watch the game
those efforts to achieve our fame.
A siesta in a field of flowers
recharges all our hidden powers,
but leave the beauty, let it flow
bring home a flower? Please say 'NO'.
Herbert Nehrlich
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2118.
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Plumage
It's you my bird who sings at night.
There is no other place on earth
that grants the rights to feathered birds
to sing as did the man from Snowy River.
You look the part, it's the plumage
which touches on the word ramage
so will you sing your song for me?
You shall hear mine when I am free.
Herbert Nehrlich
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2119.
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Plume
Oh yes, I know about the scriptures of convention,
of solid pledges said to magistrates and more,
though it was never my desire or my intention
to shoot small arrows into flesh to blow the door
which would admit me as the egotist of time
rip out the heart of those who never harmed a child,
there is a ledge on which no soul commits a crime
it's where I live my friend and no one calls me wild.
A spouse is nice, perhaps essential, it's okay!
We all have ties and little buzzards to behold,
I would not ask you to be different and betray
your so congenial and so urgent placid mould.
May I be part of what you are, it is my wish,
to hold your hand across the godalmighty pond,
if you let go and I fall down to feed the fish
it means we never had a true eternal bond.
Would you permit me to predict for you and me,
the word jamais has been in waiting in your womb,
we shall not ever lose our hearts' internal key
there is no end in sight for our little plume.
Herbert Nehrlich
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2120.
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Plumpudding
Do I want it ? I Really now,
why do you ask, I have it, I will keep it
and no one will take it from me.
But that still leaves the great dilemma
about the pudding made from plums
being made squishy, between two bodies.
So were you thinking of getting
down onto your knees with me and we
would then clean up the mess?
Well, I don't mind the plumpudding
and the idea deserves consideration.
Herbert Nehrlich
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