Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Herbert Nehrlich Poems

1761. Reprieve 11/22/2006
1762. Justice 11/17/2006
1763. My Poetry Book 11/16/2006
1764. Dungbeetles 10/22/2006
1765. Dresden Again? 7/20/2006
1766. Liberation 5/29/2006
1767. Poets Meet In London 5/25/2006
1768. Satan's Law 5/23/2006
1769. Terrorist Training 5/31/2006
1770. Botox 6/9/2006
1771. It Is Really You 6/15/2006
1772. Am Pranger 5/25/2006
1773. He Flew 5/18/2006
1774. Observed 8/29/2006
1775. Yup 5/6/2006
1776. A Question Of Honour 5/5/2006
1777. An Early Haiku - For Linda Ori 8/10/2006
1778. Loyalty 7/4/2006
1779. A Crash 7/2/2006
1780. For Jerry Hughes 6/30/2006
1781. New World Order 6/26/2006
1782. An Odour 5/4/2006
1783. Mixing Races 4/24/2006
1784. Past Reason 4/27/2006
1785. Walls 6/21/2006
1786. Gus In The Yellow Bus 6/22/2006
1787. Life Snuffed 6/22/2006
1788. Chère Emilie 6/20/2006
1789. Miele Vacuum Cleaner, Turbo Model 10/8/2006
1790. Styrofoam 10/8/2006
1791. My Lederhose 10/7/2006
1792. Plagiarism (For Ajs) 10/8/2006
1793. Writer's Block 5/15/2006
1794. H.B.P. The Twenty-Seventh 8/11/2005
1795. The First Snowman 12/10/2005
1796. From Real Life 12/5/2005
1797. So, He's A Poet! 9/28/2006
1798. Just Another Limerick 9/28/2006
1799. The Spider Said 5/13/2006
1800. With Tools Like These..... 5/14/2006
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 ...

Read the full of .....When I'M Sixty-Four?

Oma

To visit you was our treat,
my older brother loved you.
Though from the moment we did meet
you thought I wasn't up to
the standards of a first-born son
whose name was true tradition.
Yet you allowed us to have fun
and Opa took us fishing.

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