Herbert Nehrlich Poems

When times got tough in Syracuse
the local Vicar turned to booze.
His cellar guarded by two Spaniels,
was filled with ten year old Jack Daniels.
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I have this thing, you know.
Passed down and caught
and chained to it as well.
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I had a dream, a strange and scaringly exotic dream.
On granite steps I sat, awaiting precious mail,
I'd worked on it, that new and crazy scheme,
It could, if God was game, perhaps, prevail.
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White puffs of steam rose in the valley at the forest's edge
while from the peaks of milky mountains trickled rivulets of wet.
His senses stirred now, he descended to inspect the scruffy hedge
where blue flowers marked the fountain where their destinies had met.
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There comes a time, my sweet,
passed down through cirrus clouds
to man, by little messengers from God,
whom children know as proper angels;
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I was writing a poem when five little men
came over to see me at quarter to ten.
A cute little bird, irresistible bait,
tagged along and was tired, well you see it was late.
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He could not be an addict, that he knew.
So much pure selfishness, worn on the skin.
He saw the world as something of a zoo,
the one they built a wall through, in Berlin.
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I wonder if poetesse Theo
is a Libra or even a Leo.
She will currently need
both to uplift indeed
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Hey, Luciano, how nice it is indeed,
you've come at last, no longer have a need
to entertain the infidels and those who must
sit tight on wooden chairs to feel the lust
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She said it, yes she did.
One little word for me,
which would, and could
wrap peace and harmony
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