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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Plankton
The swordfish swam
straight toward the dam.
In thick plankton got caught
he had never quite thought
that the meadow would be
overgrown in the sea.
Herbert Nehrlich
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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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Poetry Competitions
When bullies in the schoolyard play
and throw their egos in the fray
it soon becomes quite evident
what Sigmund of Vienna meant.
I see I'd better take my leave
before some little devils weave
a net to catch my nasty tongue
or they decide that I be hung.
My friend the old Bavarian shrink
just never asks what I would think
He cautions me to stay with peers
and buy my grievances at Sears.
Before I close may I observe
that my own mother had the nerve
to say 'stay out of that there forum'
but vist places of decorum.
I secretly am quite convinced
that she, whose words are never minced
is now regressing to an age
where anger, scorn and wanton rage
appear to feed inside the mind
JUSTIT-IA, though well confined.
Revert I say but count me out
I shall remain a walkabout.
Grown men will never act like kids
they know of Freud and its and ids.
Like all of us, we like our toys
and when we play, we play as boys.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Polygamy
You say a man is never free
unless he likes polygamy.
Insatiable, keen to play?
Let me correct you if I may.
If you were satisfied with one
and never tired of the fun
you would not need to have a clone
because you'd be a monotone.
If eyes and senses God had given
you would be active, even driven.
With so much beauty all around,
you think of it, the pubic mound
and two soft rises, they be blessed,
plus so much more, you know the rest.
So, have a look at royalty
they are not sworn to loyalty.
I ask you now, do you agree
that all the beauty that you see
is for the eye of the beholder.
Would you permit for lust to smolder
because you think that such demeanour
is justified due to much greener,
more luscious and well-tended grass?
And if you do you'd be an ass
you see, I note that every day
(it matters little if you pray) ,
you find a new and pleasant spouse
inside your head and in your house.
It's like the petals of a rose
they open as they please your nose
with fragrances of times that change.
So, my advice is, do arrange
your thoughts about meandering,
no woman likes philandering.
And if you feel that you must look
to land a stranger on your hook
who's pretty, smart and also nice,
then rest assured that all you guys
are dumb beyond your horny dreams
you only comprehend what seems
to be the love of one more dame,
reality puts it to shame.
You're searching for your petty soul,
which is a man's most precious goal.
But, will you find it in seduction
or in a thrilling introduction?
Your soul can never really stray,
it has a destiny to stay
within your wrinkled, sinful skin.
So I advise you, don't give in
to all they hype of unknown pleasure.
Just have a look at your own treasure.
Herbert Nehrlich
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