Herbert Nehrlich Destiny Poems

A bumblebee had hitched a ride
by hanging on the starboard side
of Russia's pride, the Aeroflot
right near the engine where it's hot.
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A little plum dropped from the tree
and struck a frog upon his knee.
The frog did hurt and cried a lot
the plum said Oops, I plum forgot.
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It was his seventy-seventh jump.
The ancient Cessna rumbled loudly.
They checked their gear
and willed their nerves to be deceived.
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Not being Catholic nor Jew,
I may not sit
in that small chamber to confess,
or cry my tears
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Not being Catholic nor Jew,
I may not sit
in that small chamber to confess,
or cry my tears
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I thought of other things,
of butcherbirds with wings.
You rang, would you be game
for coffee with a dame?
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