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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Virtue of Selfishness
If Tadpoles did not change their spots
to join the world of frogs,
if useless debris turns to clots
and jams internal cogs,
if babies stayed the size they are
so cuddly and so sweet,
if Fred the Drunkard left his car
and walked home on his feet,
if Jews stopped hating all the gentiles
and Germans got some humour,
if Wallstreet could forget percentiles
and corporate greed and rumours,
if doctors had the guts to go
back to when lives were prized,
if politicians were to know
their egos, oversized,
if all thy neighbours could be human
and clean their own backyard,
then, in the words of Harry Truman
we would at last be smart.
So if you read this look again,
make sure you'd pick as friend
who on a scale from one to ten,
would be a perfect blend
of all that you consider good,
and God's own wisdom too.
And once you're confident you could
become the real you,
you may relax with your shy grin
and turn the other jowl,
it is not others that do sin,
just ask the wise old owl.
If you regard yourself above
the rest of all mankind,
if all you are is truth and love
and if the world is blind,
then worry not about the others,
they may become your fans,
perhaps the fault lies with their mothers
who'd go off to the dance
and left their charges to themselves
or to a babysitter,
which keeps away the kindly elves
and glorifies just glitter.
If substance and integrity
are absent in a man
you're left with window dressing, see
and with the 'Also Ran'.
But do beware and do not aim
your finger at your foes,
a weed who feels eternal shame
may yet become a rose.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: greed poems, smart poems, car poems, dance poems, change poems, rose poems, truth poems, friend poems, world poems, home poems, god poems, baby poems, frog poems, running poems
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......Of GOLD?
I was not looking when you found me
you stopped just long enough to smile.
I felt your presence all around me
and hoped that you would stay awhile.
You hurried on - you had your reason
and faded slowly in the light,
'twas hot, the highest summer season:
And then you turned - I'd hoped you might.
You flashed a brief but lovely look,
it made me feel quite weird.
Then silly me 'What if she took
offense at my gray beard? '
Then you were gone, the sun left with you,
the night air came with sudden force.
And to this day I often miss you
when you are not at home, of course.
What is she like, I wondered then,
what does she value and adore?
Would she expect to see in men
some muscles, brains and looks and more?
And when I left, went down the road
I had her on my mind.
I thought I recognised the coat
or was I going blind?
And near an oak tree she was resting,
I knew not what to think
and thought that someone must be testing
to drive me to the brink.
The rest you know, my lovely sweet:
It's just as you had told.
You wanted one that didn't just beat,
you needed one of gold.
And may I burn in hot damnation
for being so conceited.
But here I am - on this occasion
I must not be defeated!
'I have one, although it is old',
I shouted loud into your ear,
'It beats okay - it's made of gold! '
And YOU CAME CLOSE TO HEAR!
The little secret -now revealed
is that I slaved and polished
this drum that was just MOSTLY gold.
The flaws are now abolished.
And that was only the beginning.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: summer poems, tree poems, smile poems, home poems, sun poems, light poems, night poems, hope poems
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.....when I'm sixty-four?
I hope your hands
will always be for
me to hold.
And, if they are
a trifle sweaty,
would you mind
to overlook
this sign of
rampant joy?
I hope your eyes
will always be for
me to love.
And, if they shed
a few shy tears,
so would you mind
I kissed them all away?
I hope your ears
will always be for
my own words.
And if they're sparse
at times or casual
would you mind
me whispering
sweet nothings -
all day and night?
I hope your smile
will always be
just waiting
to shine on me
with love
and tenderness.
And would you mind
to save your smile
when I am sleeping
for morning glory?
I hope your lips
will always be
just waiting,
for kisses that
sing songs
of love for me.
And if I hurry
out the door
still chewing brekkie,
I hope you'll
want to:
look into my eyes,
talk into my ears,
hold my calloused hands
and kiss me
'til I melt.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: hope poems, smile poems, kiss poems, joy poems, night poems, love poems, song poems, sleep poems
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God Bless You, Dear Auntie
If you're nearing the big Nine-Oh
and you've got nothing major to show,
but the dentures of old
and two fillings of gold
and a bladder's cantankerous flow,
if your skin looks like freshly plowed earth,
and the shysters consider your worth,
you can sit in your chair
in the afternoon air
and be drifting right back to your birth.
Not a soul seems to pay too much mind
of the elderly, cranky or kind.
If it's hundred you reach
they will want you to teach
if it's not, they will leave you behind.
So dear Auntie, you've made the big splash,
thanks a million for sending me cash,
back when Kennedy died
and my scooter got fried
when my future looked not very flash.
So, in deepest appreciation
after timeless deliberation,
I am sending to you
without further ado,
my idea of reciprocation.
Let me add though, an urgent idea
I shall whisper this into your ear,
don't let anyone get
the old tin soldier set,
as God's punishment might be severe.
Herbert Nehrlich
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