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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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Where Will The Children Go
When bombs of hate explode
and bits of bodies fly
in one more episode
of hatred, some will cry.
But others sit up high
and speak with forked tongue
they keep their powder dry
watch commoners be hung.
The poet said it best
who did observe the preachers
who dream of being blessed
and function as our teachers.
He said that they drink wine
from crystal in the shade
then sway but rise and shine
to speak pure lemonade.
As Goethe said so clearly
where wine goes in the snout
no matter if we dearly
just hope, what does come out
is strange and lacks conviction
as thoughts are scrambled now
this pitiful addiction
is common and shows how
old Heine spoke of water
that's given in return
by those whose only daughter
is seldom of concern
lest people miss the essence
the booze is not to blame
it is an obvious presence,
the drunkenness of shame.
It's power from the masses
extracted by deceiving
by egomaniac asses
while we can do the grieving.
When all the ropes are torn
and only blank spots show
a new age will be born,
where will the children go?
Herbert Nehrlich
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While You Sleep
Your lights are out now, I can feel it.
Your world follows a different drummer.
But while you sleep, let me reveal it:
What I'm too shy to say this summer.
Your eyebrows, nose and chin and ears,
your lashes, dimples, eyes with tears,
your lovely lips, your neck and throat,
the rest stays covered -undercoat.
It's all so perfect, a delight.
And now you're resting in your night.
So, different shores have different sounds,
it takes long ties to fashion bounds,
I'm sending you some ESP
to buzz your head just like a bee,
to land so softly on your lips
and make repeated tasty dips.
To drink your nectar and be merry
you lovely, sweet Manukaberry.
Herbert Nehrlich
Read more: summer poems, sleep poems, world poems, night poems
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Who Is Arguing?
The substance called ascorbic acid
is ordinarily quite placid.
A potent anti-oxidant
it cannot be a sycophant.
You see, a sycophant will try
to flatter you, then steal your pie.
AA will give but never take
so be advised, the chemist spake.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Who Judges The Judges?
To those who are so quick to judge
they often do not see their smudge
and deem themselves close to the greats
then walk around like heavyweights.
I say, put on my moccasins
and throw your own into the bins
then walk the road that I selected
respect the signs that were erected
and after many, endless moons
you'll come upon a town of ruins.
You will not know what all this means
and see a tower, one that leans
perhaps you open now your mouth,
when someone says, 'my man, go South.'
And suddenly, you find that you
should wear a certain type of shoe.
You now feel lost and scratch your beard
this mess is something you had feared.
And no one in that foreign land
will come and hold your shaky hand.
All talent is like silent thunder,
so much does concentrate Down Under.
Herbert Nehrlich
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