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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Well, Hi There!
And sipping from his favourite wine
the sky now parted and a sign
fell down, its name was ominous
was it from a Miss Sourpuss?
Or was the matter a mistake
he slept while she was wide awake?
Her sunnies had the deepest tint
but he was sure he got the hint.
Of all the creatures, blessed be
the one who holds the purple key.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Well?
What if the world
was made up of
the lovely people.
I could name names
and point them out.
But what the heck
it matters not,
for in the end
they've gone to buy
make-up mascara
to fool the world.
I've only got
myself, at that.
Herbert Nehrlich
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What Constitution!
A man when ill will undergo a change
his thinking often suffers, becomes strange.
His voicebox, though gains rapidly in strength
and he will bore us all when talking at great length.
You see, he says the doctors had to work all night
and given up on him, they never thought he might
pull through this crisis as no human would succeed,
but he has triumphed over destiny. Indeed.
Professor X. who'd flown his jet from Aberdeen
was joined by specialists from Mayo on the scene.
They stood in groups to say that nothing could be done;
he was a goner, would they all excuse the pun.
Both kidneys failed but then snapped out of it by eight,
his skin a portrait of a biliverdin green,
with half the liver gone things didn't look too great,
he ran a fever that had not before been seen.
There was a party of the bastards Golden Staph
and funny squiggles on the echocardiograph.
And he himself was floating up there in the air
to watch his passing and the folks who didn't care.
They turned the switches when his heart at last gave in.
This was a battle that no specialists could win.
He'd cheated death so many times and no one had
been in a pickle such as this one, it was baaad!
I think that something in our heads wants to impress,
just look how big I am how clever and how strong.
Though most have been and gotten out of such a mess,
first chance we get we'll make you listen to our song.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Where Have All The....
Where have all the flowers gone,
tulips grinning,
where has Toymir led me on
through his staffing?
When will flowers look at us
shyly reaching
take them with us on the bus
always teaching.
Where have all the good guys gone
handsome, bright and full of love
don't ask me, I don't know,
don't ask me evermore.
Herbert Nehrlich
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