Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Herbert Nehrlich Poems

1. Honeymoon 6/23/2005
2. Electric Company 2/7/2005
3. Stockbroker 12/12/2004
4. Striped Pyjamas 6/23/2005
5. Ensemble 12/20/2004
6. Lightgreen 9/6/2005
7. The Pianoplayer 9/6/2005
8. On The Balcony 6/7/2005
9. All Grown Up 6/7/2005
10. Yesword 12/3/2004
11. Verdict 6/28/2005
12. Juicy Corn (Children) 6/29/2005
13. Firewater And Love 6/29/2005
14. Mature Student Days 6/23/2005
15. Wilhelm Tell - Honoured 7/20/2005
16. I Do Remember 6/5/2005
17. Feedback My Love 6/5/2005
18. Yankee Fred 12/12/2004
19. Doghouses 12/12/2004
20. What About Eggs? 10/12/2005
21. Q-10 10/15/2005
22. A Business Deal 9/4/2005
23. Bad Decision 6/23/2005
24. Betrayal 6/23/2005
25. The Blue Flower 6/16/2005
26. Why, Then? 6/17/2005
27. I Have Booked My Flight Mother 6/7/2005
28. Growing Up 12/2/2004
29. Pvc's 11/24/2004
30. Morgue 9/22/2005
31. Flirting With Mrs. Bluerinse 11/26/2004
32. Crash 12/31/2004
33. Would I? 11/23/2004
34. Heffernan Barter 12/1/2005
35. Nun At The Antique Bookstore 1/3/2005
36. Dumb Cop 1/3/2005
37. Chiro Duck 12/21/2004
38. The Birth Of The Daffodil 6/21/2005
39. Tyrolean Nuns 6/21/2005
40. Der Alte 11/18/2004
Best Poem of Herbert Nehrlich

.....When I'M Sixty-Four?

I hope your hands
will always be for
me to hold.
And, if they are
a trifle sweaty,
would you mind
to overlook
this sign of
rampant joy?

I hope your eyes
will always be for
me to love.
And, if they shed
a few shy tears,
so would you mind
I kissed them all away?

I hope your ears
will always be for
my own words.
And if they're sparse
at times or casual
would you mind
me whispering
sweet nothings -
all day and night?

I hope your smile
will always be
just waiting
to shine on me
with ...

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Bloodshed

I had to close the book of mankind's history,
it told of many wars, of bloodshed and of torture,
describing in disturbing but extensive detail,
how one can split a skull and full-grown man in half,
right down the centre of his hapless, useless being.
As if he'd never mattered or deserved to live.

So many years and so much blood was spilled,
that fertile fields bore witness to man's greatest folly.

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