Herbert Nehrlich Poems

There once lived a poet named George
near the Falls of Carnarvon Gorge.
He ran out of ideas
and to us it appears
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We've had some space now,
time has evaporated, strangely
I had expected to be sitting here
moping about, your name on lips
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A bearded Massachussetts Hippy
was going down the Mississippi
just like that Huckleberry Finn
who sailed these waters with a grin
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And there it was,
the symbol,
all things he valued
in this rotten world.
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A poet wrote a lot of stuff
but no one liked to read it,
yet he had judged it good enough
and that's how he succeeded.
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In the forests of Uluru
fertile pebbles of Kangaroo poo
make the bunya trees thrive
and the bees in their hive
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Sending out an invitation
to attend a special meeting
where astute deliberation
is at home, however fleeting
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A river always likes to flow
downhill - from up to down -
its water somehow seems to know
to find the nearest town.
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To the young poets flaunting their stuff,
please don't post any stuff that's too rough.
Read the work of old geezers,
they are real crowd pleasers
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His father was a gentleman
his mother was a mutt
the offspring is a little man
a gentleman he's not.
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