Herbert Nehrlich Poems

There is a place
called Sylivania,
named after silybum,
the thistle of the milk.
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At first it was a louse named Gysi,
he thrived in Stasi Germany
and made a comeback so much later,
relying on the stupid people.
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They fished him out at noon,
seagrass was draped and dragged
behind, like angel hair, though green,
lifelessness all dressed in Sunday suit,
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The year was nineteen forty six.
A somber faced
and moist-of-eye
dear uncle
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It's always those who,
while in shallow waters
point out to others that they are,
and give advice of how,
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God sent his only son
Jesus by name
to save the world
with its abundance of
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For fifty-seven years
she had believed,
with all her heart,
a zillion fibres of
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She was not happy
to be left, like surplus iron
and promptly visited
the night after the deal.
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A poet can turn
to the splendor of his own
innermost sanctum.
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King Tut was not killed
by assassins from behind.
May have been poisoned.
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