The Importance Of Linguistics - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
It took my decades to discern
what many never ever learn.
What thrills us, better what thrills me
in womanfolks' anatomy,
is it the leggs, the calves, the toes
perhaps the chin or Roman nose,
a shock of hair, as raven black,
the curve of buttocks to the back,
or lips that promise and fulfill
goosebumps when cold or slightly ill,
parts, hairy or devoid of fuzz
(some get a shock, I get a buzz) ,
two dimples where one grabs her waist
or clothing showing modern taste,
in other times a man would linger
with puckered lips above each finger
and, satisfied they all were made
with skill and care by God's own blade.
Today, there is common mode
that does allow to pack the load
onto their fellow man's broad backs.
It seems that everybody lacks
the will to state his preference,
though it makes, to the ladies, sense,
as it would stimulate their minds
to cease all stares at their behinds
and concentrate on what needs work
before their nerves can go berserk.
I look at her, she is perfection,
in every organ, every section.
Awarding letters to the best,
assigning numbers to the rest
would be a start though hardly fair,
so, here I am to clear the air.
I look into her glacier eyes
(as one of the most lucky guys) ,
I keep for hours, firmly pressed
each sweaty hand on its own breast.
While kissing softly her sweet lips
entangling limbs and eager hips,
I briefly close my lusting eyes
and dream of her exquisite thighs,
and wish I had another mouth
to let it slowly wander south.
More hands would never go astray
made agile during matinee.
This covers things except the lung
and, then, of course, the human tongue.
As for myself, I spent my years
perfecting hearing in my ears,
through playing violin and flute
and trumpet (I could only toot) .
My teachers always thought it prudent
that every boy who'd be a student
of life and its inhabitants,
(this does include those sycophants) ,
would need to sharpen all his skills
this be repaid in greater thrills
some day when time and mood were right.
Well, I was willing, also bright
but mostly eager to acquire
the talent to create a fire
and dance within the golden flames.
And this, by God, required dames.
I found the skills that drew me close
in Physics, Chemistry, oppose
each other in the strangest way,
once I played Brutus in a play
and needlework was rather pleasant
due mostly to the always present,
and freshly scrubbed and budding birds,
we stitched and knitted wool and words.
It was much later when I felt
that, rather than a Judo belt
I'd sing and train that way my lung
and through linguistics then my tongue.
And thus it came to be for me,
that neither Maths nor history
excited me unduly then,
nor did the sports of other men.
My tongue took on each foreign vowel
and wrapped around it like a towel,
and consonants were tongue-in-cheek
there was old Hebrew, ancient Greek,
then Mandarin and Japanese,
of course plain Latin, just to tease
the brain to get prepared for French
and there was more, I was a Mensch!
As you can guess, each tongue required
its own deflection and it tired,
at first because it could not grasp
a syllable just like a clasp,
or a small button's buttonhole,
however, tongues do have a soul!
I bet you did not know this, mate,
but, are you ready to debate
the merits with this expert now?
That's what I figured, I know how
and hardly any of my friends
would even know how one descends
but never mind the gory fact,
with me you'll find a lot of tact.
Back to the subject under study
I will not share with anybody
what I have learned in linguistics,
it does not matter to statistics.
It's all concerning the beholder,
who, if he's with it, goes for bolder
and real life erotic flings,
that's how the pendulum now swings.
Don't stray, should you possess the gift,
you can and will receive the lift
from ONE, but this requires all,
your bond must be a rather tall
and deep commitment, nothing less.
You are not playing cards or chess,
you would, if privileged, unite
in flesh and spirit, holding tight
you'd honour her to the extreme
and melt together in your dream.
So, you can see that learning can,
at least for some, not every man,
bestow dexterity as such
to useful features, there to touch
the secret places that I know,
the lucky then go with the flow.
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