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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Nun at the Antique Bookstore
I had been looking for that ancient book
for quite some time.
And found it, paid the lady with the soulful eyes,
that could, if looked into when vulnerable,
ignite the meltdown of a man's own soul.
There was a book mark of inherent beauty,
its usefulness due to its very size,
and scribbled there in purple, stylish letters,
it gave a number, followed by the words 'call Me'.
So, it was true what I had noticed in the shop.
She'd felt it, too and acted when I stared.
I wonder what her hours are at work
and what to say to her now that we know.
She breathed Hello, a smokefilled rhaspy voice,
then she played hard to get, I thought at first.
I re-confirmed the loveliness of her brown eyes
and that we had made contact with our souls.
'You left a note', I said 'I'm calling you to see
if you would want to have a bite to eat with me',
(and almost said to her 'a bite of me') ,
and then I told her that the book I bought was precious.
Well, she confessed that she was just a simple nun,
with private phone, her studies near complete.
She'd sold the book there early in the year
to buy another science work that was too dear.
What does one say? A nun inside a convent,
so non-descript in looks and other factors.
I was so rattled that I mentioned with conviction,
that eyes THAT lovely were so very hard to find.
Her smile was audible, her wit measured perfection.
She said 'Oh yes, my eyes are beautiful as jewels,
I have reserved them and the rest of me
for Jesus, it was very nice to talk to you today.'
Herbert Nehrlich
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Nuns' Buns
In the bath I saw two nuns
who had four delicious buns.
I was perched up on a ledge
listened as they talked of pledge
when they washed with liquid soap
I decided there was hope
crawled inside in total silence
out of inner lust for violence.
Screams were heard and I was caught
all the trouble was for naught
in the jail I learned to pray
had received a lengthy stay.
And on Sundays, they would pass
first the preachers and the brass
then the nuns buns under cover
well observed by me, who'd hover
on the jail cell's narrow ledge
making now a private pledge.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Nutcase
And not a single blueberry
was left among the leaves,
the more he searched the place
the louder was the sound of
the crickets and the toads,
he wondered if they could have,
would have taken them to eat
nobody knew what toads live on,
and crickets are a species all too,
....well, crazy and exotic and so dumb.
When night fell he discovered
that it was he who was, no due respect
the real nut among the berries.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Orgasm
He was at a point
where
the word imminence
came to his mind,
the latter being on
half-mast
due to
a carnal pre-occupation
with sacular production
of androgens
and spermatozoa fishies,
rising
as they are
known to do
to meet up with
prostatic lubedeegoo
in the U-tube
in preparation
for expulsion
and beginning
of
exploratory voyage
all of which
set his
epidermis on fire,
hyperactivated
his histamine pod,
sent a tingle to each toe
separately,
caused a moderate
but sustained
contraction of
all gluteal fibres
not performing thrusts
and
sent waves of
Nitric Oxide
to create
bilateral tumescence
dropp the little hood
over her cute sentinel,
and announced its
liberation by
a veritable volley
of wild and voluptuous waves,
inundating his SELF,
and welding the entireties of
two right hemispheres
firmly together.
He did manage,
being a Latin
as well as a Roman Scholar,
to utter,
while clinging bilaterally again
to her twins,
the famous
Veni,
Vidi
Vici.
And VENI
had covered much of her
which was,
after and to his
great relief,
a great
and sensuous sensation
not to be missed
and soon to be
repeated.
Herbert Nehrlich
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