Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

500 Words And One Hand - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

'Yes', she uttered.
It was 1966, home turf,
when standing, tipsy
on the muddy banks
of our river,
by name of Schwalm,
when she, with sudden
and so unexpected,
but very welcome,
and hoped for,
dreamed about,
though feared,
initiative, and courage,
and all but shunning
all that which was,
well, after all,
a woman's place
in modern times.
Still needed to
be more conservative
than any man.
By country mile,
and more, of course.
So, now she had,
while we were kissing
with eyes tight shut
in paradise
of overflowing
yet immature
and innocent
slipped one sly hand
where normally
the sun don't shine
and no one visits.
that's what I mumbled,
we stood like that
until the time
of Bliss was done.
I do not think
that it will ever
return to us
yet memories,
they surely must
cross over .
I would not want
to enter Heaven
without it,
no, the preciousness
shall be with me
beyond today
beyond all worlds.

Comments about 500 Words And One Hand by Herbert Nehrlich

  • Veteran Poet - 1,359 Points Joseph Dela Sulh (losembe) (7/26/2015 10:40:00 PM)

    impressive way of relating (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 19,808 Points Ramesh Rai (10/6/2014 7:42:00 AM)

    Indeed a very deep write. Last line keeps the extract of whole. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie annie okia (5/21/2007 5:48:00 AM)

    This is very touching......and sensual. alana (Report) Reply

  • Rookie K K (3/6/2007 11:08:00 AM)

    A very wanting poem

    KK (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Mahnaz Zardoust-Ahari (9/5/2005 9:19:00 PM)

    Interesting Herbert...but a lot of memories....... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Anong All (6/22/2005 3:27:00 PM)

    There seems to be so much of wanting, piled up inside. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Sylvia Spencer (4/27/2005 7:00:00 AM)

    Wonderful memmories so I never looked for greener grass I had it lock stock and barrell. Fantantic poem 10from me and 10 for the memmories cheers sylvia (Report) Reply

  • Rookie sHerbert Nehrdick (4/25/2005 7:09:00 AM)

    Twenty three years old before you got a girl to cop a feel. No wonder you are so screwed up. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 25, 2005

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