Marlene Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Marlene
Berlin, they say, is worth a trip
you come, go through the famous gate,
in La Taverna take a nip
where the Blue Angel had her date
with destiny and smoky song
and where the drink called Berlin White
ascended new, and strange positions
and from those lofty, thin-air height
inept Berliners made decisions.
Marlene, we still believe in you,
our love can never die or shrink
and when we visit our Zoo
we are reminded in a blink
that no one ever really mattered
until you sang Lily Marlene,
around us everything was battered
I looked at you, with dumb and plain
but lusty eyes and sweaty hands
you did not mind my obvious drools
today, as memory still stands
you speak to me, one of the fools.
I love you, sweetheart kiss your fingers
worship the ground you graced just once
the scent of you, it's fresh, it lingers
I keep your photo from my sons.
Thanks Allan. In case you missed it (don't think you did) , the strategy is as follows: Isolate one from the other. Praise lavishly and sound sincere. When the battle seems won, the other one has been forgotten. Then you 'finish' the object of your 'desire'..... The only problem is that neither pee-hound the instigator nor his buddies have enough intelligence to pull it off. Wow, Shepherd is in on it as well. A lonely guy will do almost anything to get friends... H
yes herbert i loved her too, just like i loved eartha kitt, sophia loren and many other women, nothing worked out for me though, i just had there photo in my battered pocket, the pressure of these fools just fuels our poetic juices another good poem, you only get better Warm regards AJS
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Chris, I hesitate very much. A legend like LM. I could never do justice withanything I write and my only excuse is that I meant well. Thanks. H