Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Oh women, you apples on trees!
Only courted by honey bees
The best of you are at the top
few men have the guts to climb up.
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It has been fun,
she says at last.
Pure shock spreads
quickly 'cross her face,
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Her name was Camellia Sinensis,
she lived inside a modest hut
in Eastern India, the Darjiling.
Once a great hunting ground
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She stood at the end of the noisy street
and the motorcars rumbled on by
she was here for one purpose and that was to meet
the old man who would help her to die.
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Let man be noble,
helpful
and good.
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I was the captain standing on the bridge
surrounded by the waters of the sea,
on the horizon, on a lonely granite ridge
remained the memory of all it was to be.
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On this day I shall honour my Dad
who made me and my siblings quite mad,
though this happened back then
and today we are men
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I see you, standing in the station's light, my mother
a frigid wind blows, cruel accomplice of the night
your loving arms hold tightly now my little brother
a few stray glances linger, leave our sorry plight.
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Yes, Mrs. Smith I surely would
hold hands with you if I just could
and with my innermost good feelings
I'd try to talk to you of healings
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They all are, those bitches,
blackmailers, connivers,
nothing can wait a second longer,
tomorrow le deluge perhaps,
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