Just Answering - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
I am a bit embarrassed here my dear and learned friend,
as writing comes from deep inside and wants, no needs to see
bright daylight and an audience I would to you commend
dare you, a poet of renown sit down and look at me
at what I write to ascertain that valid thoughts emerge
and stay a little while to talk and brush against my hand
your tactile need erase my pain, replace it with new urge,
and walk the walk throughout the fenced, bleak ghetto of our land?
A poet must be versatile, a master of the trade
possess the skills and talent too, as Allan says the gift
one cannot walk a lonely mile and drink cheap lemonade
in expectation of a true and everlasting lift.
I will not be a soldier, no, the Forum Wars have gone
but comments born of silly drool show nothing but sheer lack
of common sense owned by a fool who simply soldiers on
and waves to bums and dressed up whores, goes flaccid in the sack.
Please do not ask about the ones who do not know their worth
I cannot help, I will not say what I think of their wares,
God loves the nuns and all those monks he placed upon this Earth
but, on the brink we need to see the bulls among the bears.
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