Herbert Nehrlich poems

Herbert Nehrlich(04 October 1943 / Germany)
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A Bumblebee Turns Gay

- by Herbert Nehrlich 31

There was a little bumblebee
he went down on his bumble knee
and told the queen that he was gay
this message caused her much dismay
new friend remarked 'you humble me'.

The queen said, listen, bumblebee
I will not let you wander free
your work is here and you must breed
to plant in me that precious seed
lest all your steps a stumble be.

So bumblebee did stumble free
got off his little bumbleknee
and hand in hand with his new lover
took to the air, briefly to hover
their wings a constant mumble, see?

And both our poofter bumblebees
had taken with them rumble keys
the queen sent kamakazi drones
to apprehend and smash their bones
so they became two tumblebees.

Of GOLD?

- by Herbert Nehrlich 26

I was not looking when you found me
you stopped just long enough to smile.
I felt your presence all around me
and hoped that you would stay awhile.
You hurried on - you had your reason
and faded slowly in the light,
'twas hot, the highest summer season:
And then you turned - I'd hoped you might.
You flashed a brief but lovely look,
it made me feel quite weird.
Then silly me 'What if she took
offense at my gray beard? '

Then you were gone, the sun left with you,
the night air came with sudden force.
And to this day I often miss you
when you are not at home, of course.

What is she like, I wondered then,
what does she value and adore?
Would she expect to see in men
some muscles, brains and looks and more?

And when I left, went down the road
I had her on my mind.
I thought I recognised the coat
or was I going blind?
And near an oak tree she was resting,
I knew not what to think
and thought that someone must be testing
to drive me to the brink.

The rest you know, my lovely sweet:
It's just as you had told.
You wanted one that didn't just beat,
you needed one of gold.

And may I burn in hot damnation
for being so conceited.
But here I am - on this occasion
I must not be defeated!
'I have one, although it is old',
I shouted loud into your ear,
'It beats okay - it's made of gold! '
And YOU CAME CLOSE TO HEAR!

The little secret -now revealed
is that I slaved and polished
this drum that was just MOSTLY gold.
The flaws are now abolished.

And that was only the beginning.

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