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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Shame
There is a war we had to wage
we do it well on open stage.
The weapons no one can defy
our reasons based on one big lie.
There is concern and consternation
at home, where mothers hide their tears
though we can offer consolation
soon we will put away our fears.
Democracy, we shall defend
the last man falls, the war will end.
Each bullet has engraved the same
it simply says, in English, SHAME.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Shame On Us
There's stroke, then cancer and infection.
Could all the experts be so wrong?
That even after much reflection
they grin and sing the same old song.
Well, yes, their actions are the reason
that countless people do fall ill,
by rights this should be labelled treason
and further measures taken still.
Much chronic illness, premature
an early death from negligence
no one is looking for a cure,
financially it makes no sense.
How sad that gold has much more glitter
than frightened, pleading human eyes,
and being in it makes one bitter
almost immune to all the lies.
The day will come when we must answer
to a supreme authority,
why we were stopped from curing cancer.
Ascorbic acid is the key.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Sharing The Load
Spouse cleans the shower
and son only fishes,
I have the power
to do all the dishes.
I'm no one who has
obligations to meet
it's just the pizzazz
the desire to eat.
So I do the dishes
and she cleans the shower,
the young fellow fishes
and I AM the power.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Shattered
A crash destroyed my happy dream,
it must be glass that loudly shattered,
turns out a palm frond that I'd left,
just slightly yellow, and preparing
to leave its mother, one tall tree,
just hanging there, its quick revenge
destroyed the window near my head.
And as its tentacles were reaching
fanned by a breeze, which was a cousin
to stronger winds, four tiny touches on my cheeks
were making peace, while bearing need,
and logic from the palmtree kingdom.
I get the hint now, gentle giant
will point my ears and friendly eyes
at you who gives me shade and beauty.
And thank you for this dreamtime lesson.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: happy poems, tree poems, peace poems, mother poems, beauty poems, dream poems, thanks poems, wind poems
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