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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Yabberings
We speak in riddles
but listen in abundance
it's man who fiddles.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Yankee Fred
A friend of mine, the name is Yank,
he lives alone in a big house.
Companionwise he owns a poodle,
who's more compliant than a spouse.
His name is Fred, he is a thinker
and good with both his hands.
He loves to potter and to tinker,
does what his heart demands.
He often sits, while sipping brandy,
with clipboard, watched by poodle,
and draws on it, he is no dandy
but call him Yankee Doodle.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: house poems, friend poems, alone poems, heart poems
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Yeah
The rains are early, animals are happy.
Yet, don't they realise they're seeing tears of angels?
So much to cry about and, oh, so little joy,
those tears may wash away the dust of hatred.
And if we drowned in tears, we would not know
that every dropp has come for us, to wash away
those stains of misery and bloodymindedness.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Yeah.................
Attraction is
the
beckoning
of
senses,
on lower floors
of mantrabreath,
where falls
and whitecaps
meet
to mingle
on
wet
and wondrous
tips
and hoods
of velvet
with a touch of silk.
There may be
milk,
to nurture
and to soothe
sonora valley,
berry cave
twin peaks
a
mantle
keeping warmth
rejecting vibes
and
xeno scribes
so soft
and smooth.
Praised
oft
by Dukes,
green rivers
tasty cukes,
sliced thin
and come
within.
Herbert Nehrlich
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