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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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So What? !
He woke, a bit too early
on that Saturday in May.
And could no longer fight
the smoke-filled fact of
what others had already seen
so long ago. The talent.
There was no question now,
but how does one who floats
on cushions of reluctancy,
meaning respect, on loan
until it's graduation time.
How does this expert,
on paper anyway,
change course
halfway to liberation?
It will be tantallising
and voulez-vous?
But I can wait
until the man,
if he does have it,
comes out and states
his truth.
And when it happens
it will be certain
that he and I
are just like cousins,
so do we shake?
Herbert Nehrlich
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Soft Jaws - How To Beat BMI
Down on their knees
they were, and tried
at varying degrees
and on the side
as well as upside down
and from behind,
it was no use, a frown
appeared to have a mind
all of its own, it was defeat
no sex tonight or ever,
the end result of way too much to eat.
But men are clever,
they think when necessary
not with their brain
but rather, very voluntary
with little Heini, which is not in vain.
Since Heini knew that he was rather short
and no amount of pheromones would aid
but, all the same no Heini will abort
an honest effort, once the bed is made.
It was a matter of about an inch
enormous blubber layers were in the way,
and in the end they recognised that in a pinch
imagination of the purest kind would surely pay.
As at the university there was a track
where they could try high speeds to test those gees,
at supersonic speeds your ears pin back.
They sat inside the test car with their knees
in locking mode, he facing with his Heini
toward the front and full of new-found hope.
Three g's were reached in seconds as the tiny
but eager little devil on a slope
was driven by inertia's righteous laws
right into the warm home with its soft jaws.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Southern Comfort
In Mississippi, on a bus.
It was the heat of summer.
A white man stood, began to cuss,
he said: 'This is a bummer.'
'There's black and white in our land,
we all know what this means,
but I will travel, raise my hand,
not with them coloured fiends! '
The driver stopped, addressed his charges,
it looked like trouble flaring.
He told them what he'd do to help
and how they would be faring.
'Pretend' he said, 'that white is white,
but black is really green,
so if you would..I thought we might
divide the colour scene.'
'The back half of the bus belongs
to dark green folks with lips.
The rest of you know rights or wrongs:
Are light green on these trips.'
'We like you all, it's just that you,
the darkies who ain't white,
you really haven't got a clue,
you give our kids a fright.'
'If melons, mixed with porker guts
is what you like to eat,
if you still live in filthy huts
and eat opossum meat,
then, no offense, you emanate
the stench of lower class.
The only place where you can state
your business will be Mass.
The KKK, it has been banned,
an everlasting shame.
Those hoods will once again be manned.
We do not look the same.
So, think of it as shades of green.
The light ones sit in front.
You darkies, try not to be seen,
my meaning is quite blunt..
The fear of God shall strike you down
if you don't realise,
that obsolescent, dark green clowns
are filthy and tell lies.'
Note: The bus driver was white
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: green poems, travel poems, dark poems, summer poems, light poems, fear poems, god poems
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Steaks (Children)
Apples, pears and juicy plums
please with flavour tongue and gums.
Vegans and fruitarians eat
neither eggs nor fish or meat.
This is how the world should be
as it leaves more steaks for me.
Herbert Nehrlich
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