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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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To The Bitter Woman
Of all the men I've known named Jerry
among the nuts he is the berry.
His love writes notes to me signed Allie
ye Gods will surely keep a tally
of all the goings-on, they will
step in to stop the one who's ill
and full of unexploded hate,
do stay away from my good mate
and find a victim for yourself
on the Salvation Army shelf.
Don't wash your undies on the streets
you may not have the eye that meets
what others easily discern
go back inside, clean up and earn
respect first from yourself and then
from other women and their men.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Tod
If a man sees another man die
he'll be sad and he might even cry.
Though his thinking will be
'thank you God, it ain't me, '
it's a taste of the final Good-Bye.
It's from kindnesss that this is just so.
We all know that we WILL have to go.
But to make for less fuss
He does break it to us
in instalments, as quid pro quo.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Toes
I'm going to paint my toes today
while I sit in the sand of Victoria Bay.
Should the sand find the paint it will surely stick
who would try to take off every grain with a pick?
So my toes will be dark, like in gunmetal blue
and I'll post a small photomontage to you,
By the way, I have found that all painted toes
may be written about in cute rhyme or in prose,
though I question and ask that you share your delight
in your word that this all is inherently right.
Real men don't eat quiche but they paint their own toes?
May I paint at least one like a ruby red rose?
Herbert Nehrlich
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Tree Surgeon
It must come down said she who knows,
a handyman is needed.
With crafty Stihl, and he must climb
up to the very top.
Because the cyclone has no heart
and lightning can be cruel.
So, screw the green and all those leaves
and, NO you are too old.
If you do climb up to the top
and bumblebees come near you
you would fall down and break the thing
although it's German made.
And this expense is all we need,
I looked and saw the saw
in Gerold's shop with giant blade
and straight-lace, link-chink chain.
And when I asked what if I fall
and break my sturdy neck,
she smiled and answered
never mind, we are with Great Prudential.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: green poems, tree poems, shopping poems, smile poems
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