Herbert Nehrlich Poems

For brekkie it is lamb
for lunch Black Forest Ham
and oysters from the Bay
twelve eggs in a soufflé.
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From Stachus home,
at five, in time for dinner
the Fall Of Rome
had been the lecture of the day,
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It was, you said, your very last,
and that you could, without a doubt
take it or leave it, any time at all.
Just a cute habit, acquired in your youth
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I have had a melancholy day.
And please don't ask me why.
I do not know myself
why gremlins come in to the
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A thousand leaves had fallen
the day he chose to go,
so many thoughtful colours
perched on a drift of snow.
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Come again, my pretty Blackbird,
you sang to me on Sunday afternoon,
so many years ago, here in my garden.
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It is a bit like having foster parents,
you think they give a damn, because they really care.
Then comes the crunch, you look up from your pillow
and find they're busy with some other pressing matters.
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My Aunt Hulda, God did bless her soul
in more ways than one, even before her passing,
was fond of saying 'Boy, you must be visible',
I, the boy, deemed to be smart, though grave doubts within me,
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She left because it was
the thing to do, she said.
We were so many years behind.
To make her own mistakes
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Let's break out the Heineken Beer,
my Hemi V-8 is now here.
After one longish fight
things turned out quite alright
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