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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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3113.
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Your Thought
And now we dream.
Like bits of foam,
small tufts float by
borne by a friendly breeze.
And meet at the horizon
where tall trees may touch
while idle, cirrus clouds.
Small porkers ride the wind
and roses grow to shade the sun,
a thousand fishes dripping wet
parade the local mall,
where God and twenty angels dine
on submarines and cherry coke.
Cold rain now rises from the ground
and takes the clay to pave the Milky Way,
we dream the night away,
we stir and fidget endlessly
and wake, moist hands still clasped,
there is no sound but we can hear
the mystery, it sings the song
of the impossible sweet dream.
We must not listen though,
while steady beats inside our drum
can reassure the mind,
we soon must talk and touch.
And love, it is not blind.
Herbert Nehrlich
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3114.
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Your Vital Test
They said it was,
no doubt about it
the Factor H,
so very crucial
it is a product
of just one acid
called Methionine.
Like Drano, brrrrr,
it scours and eats
the lining of all vessels.
Thus wrecks the roads
that bring new food
and oxygen and life,
to everywhere and nowhere.
It has been found
that Factor H
will tell about
your chances of
and prospects for
survival. It is your life.
So do pay heed
and look at yours
but never trust
your doctor, NO,
unless you know him
as a friend
and one who grasps
the real thing.
To live a life
of many years
there's no need
now to invest,
in worldly goods
and precious gold
just have the one
your vital test,
the Homocysteine,
it's called The Factor,
yes, Factor H,
and now you know.
All else is secondary,
worse, it is like dirt
that's turned to dust.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: food poems, trust poems, friend poems, life poems
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3115.
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You're Coming (by Rachel)
She had him in her power
(hard putty in her hands) ,
Though words of mouth may rule at times
The silent mouth commands.
She tickled with her eager tongue,
And watched him writhe and burn
But time was running out now at the
point of no return.
She lightens up and takes her time
Delayed payoff is better
And makes the grand finale be
Wet and wet and wetter
She senses now the wall's been breached
The flood is set to spring.
Her pleasure's tied to his for now
As kites are tied with string.
She tightens lips and tenses tongue
To raise the pleasure dome
The dam has burst, his time has come
Delicious taste comes home.
She swallows hard and then again
And keeps him deep inside
For when your love is rated ten
You savor the big tide.
The mood is peaceful now, it is
She's warmed and ready now
A nap is needed, yes it is
And then her turn comes round.
This is Rachel's companion poem to 'She Does'
Herbert Nehrlich
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Yup
At first there was some titillation
then, hush my darling, fornication,
describing it, as a sensation
I'd say it is infatuation.
You ask me now, what it may be
you notice a dysharmony
I answer, if I were a glove
you'd be inside me as my love.
Herbert Nehrlich
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