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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Twins observed
Man was created with the genes to harbour sins
inside his mind to be released when opportune,
My soul was pure until I heard about the twins
I tell my heart that we shall meet them very soon.
But will they gaze away, admire distant sights?
Will there be gremlins hiding, sabotaging hope?
And douse all optimism, turn off all the lights?
'Sun, ' said the Moon when it was time to hit the sack
'I shall be watchful now and brighten up the dark,
sleep well and dream until the morning, then come back
it is the moment when the wolves no longer bark.'
'Well thank thee, Sire, ' said the Sun, I treasure sleep,
though I observe you miss so many evil deeds,
your light is dim and there are wolves that look like sheep
they hide their crimes in heavy brush and prickly weeds.'
'There must be laughter', said the Moon 'and salty tears,
we must not judge and measure man by Heaven's rules,
and when that Saturday, the fateful moment nears
I will be watching in particular, two fools'.
'And so will, I have been watching them converse,
may I keep company to you, I beg you please,
they've never met and how could he be really hers
surely it must be nothing but a silly tease? '
'I beg to differ', said the Moon, 'I see their grins
and hear sweet whispers as they pass through cyberspace
there was some talk about the powers of some twins
and it was mentioned that they sometimes dress in lace.'
'Just like a movie', said the Sun, 'watched from above,
we are so privileged but may not interfere,
and tell me, Moon, what do you know about this LOVE? '
'Just hold my hand and warm me up, you silly dear.'
Herbert Nehrlich
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2918.
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Twist
Twist
Who was it then who said you are
with us or if you're not you are with them.
Yes it was George, they call him now the Czar,
he spits, he coughs he throws big specks of phlegm.
You choose my dear, if they are dear to you,
go join them now, they wait for your assist,
but as of now you have for me the lethal flu,
it was a fling of course but what a silly twist.
Herbert Nehrlich
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2919.
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Twist In The Black Forest
It's the peppermint twist
and those were the days
it was dark when we kissed
in the Black Forest Haze.
Could you ever forget
how your dad greeted us
as he sat on the stairs,
I went home on the bus?
Oh those childish times,
we obeyed all the rules
as I write down these rhymes
I can tell we were fools.
When I next travel south
to the Forest's green fringe
could I borrow your mouth,
can we go on a binge?
Just to make up for those
days of innocent touch
I will bring you a rose
reminiscence as such.
Herbert Nehrlich
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2920.
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Two Boys
Two boys, good friends,
named Fat and Dumb
defied the trends
that had become
a way of life
for all their peers.
It caused much strife
and silent fears.
They bucked convention,
as one was Fat,
went to detention,
boy Dumb did that.
And finally,
they'd had enough,
so to be free
they made a tough
but oh, so logical decision.
They packed two bags
for their next mission,
dressed in old rags
and left their land
for unknown regions.
You'll understand
that all allegiance
between obese
and slow of mind
is like a fleece
for one's behind.
Herbert Nehrlich
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