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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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My Mother's Zoo
My mother has a cuckatoo,
in fact her house looks like a zoo.
It smells, it must be said, dear Scout
like billy goat and sauerkraut.
At times while visiting this zoo
the cat will leak upon my shoe,
the cuckatoo would call me freak,
I visit mother once each week.
Herbert Nehrlich
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My New Computer (Limerick)
Just got finished (some help from a tutor)
hooking up to the net the computer,
somewhat clumsy of hand
though I did understand
this thing beats the old roto-rooter.
Now the screen is a 24 size
the small letters as big as blowflies.
And no gremlins in sight
so I bid you good night
may the gods bless my overworked eyes.
Herbert Nehrlich
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My Slave
She was still under age,
though what a precious find,
inside a bamboo cage
she looked refined
unwashed and petulant,
dressed in a cotton rag
eyes cried predicament,
a wild girl's silver tag
worn 'round the Roman neck
hands folded, God is dead-
a smudged and crimson fleck,
defiance holds her head.
I pay, it matters not,
all what is mine is hers.
Her skin is red and hot,
she will have real furs
and live to serve just me,
I shall be master now
and teach this little bee
the why, the when, the how.
Herbert Nehrlich
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New World Order
Out of a cloud appeared a hand
it showed the middlefinger raised
below, the people on the land
were simply stunned and quite amazed.
Was this a sign that God had found
far better things to do than rule
the common sinners on the ground,
each little woman and her fool?
Did it explain that wanton greed
had now replaced the human touch
scare tactics were creating need
slipped in in secrecy as such?
And, did he say 'I've had enough,
I should have never done creation,
and now I do not give a stuff',
the angels giving him ovation?
'Take Nature', God said, 'an extreme
examples of the lack of trust
they even re-invented steam
it is enough to end in frust.
And human physiology,
designed myself, perfected too
where every single malady
can fix itself, they have no clue
about their role, protect and serve
live with each other, keep the peace
instead they had the bloomin' nerve
to cultivate the golden fleece.'
Well, Nostradamus must have known
perhaps he's giving this advice
a new world order must be grown
which springs from dead and sterile ice.
Most patient of all living creatures
he's thrown the towel to the dogs,
let's do away with all the features -
too bad about the precious frogs.
Herbert Nehrlich
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