Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Spielberg? - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I had a dream, a strange and scaringly exotic dream.
On granite steps I sat, awaiting precious mail,
I'd worked on it, that new and crazy scheme,
It could, if God was game, perhaps, prevail.

Same time next year it is, was it the Jew,
who penned so many plays, he looks the part,
I'm working on the strategy to talk to you,
to sell you love and have it look like modern art.

I haven't got the guts my lovely, though I try,
if we could meet each year, I'd pay the devil thrice,
to put my fingers on your freshly shaven thigh
I'd climb the Alps and get you ANY Edelweiss.

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  • (11/4/2007 4:06:00 PM)

    God hasn't been asked as yet, Tara.

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  • (11/4/2007 7:32:00 AM)

    Is God not playing ball? Shame on Her. H this is musically/poetically perfect... kind of enchanting. 'To sell you love and have it look like modern art'... that's a line to remember. t x (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011

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