Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Sometimes we do pretend, we lie in other words.
We speak, a mix, a silly blend, we are like flightless birds.
No courage lives within, we are the dull and meek,
unable to stand up and face the demons that we seek.
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She liked the very idea
and I the taste
of KoolAid, grape,
in her innie,
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I was going to write you a sonnet
with much wisdom, both in it and on it.
But while walking near trees
I saw millions of bees
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Do not, I say stand here in judgement of my life,
it is not you who has the privilege to rule
you may approach me in the darkness with a knife
and plunge your dagger through my heart, I be the fool.
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She secretly held the belief that it looked weird,
but held her tongue lest he would feel somewhat critiqued,
though he was unaware of rashes that appeared
and burning skin where all his interest had piqued.
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I lie behind you in our night,
close, as your bum fits neatly
and so very sweetly, to me,
my hands had been requested
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I have not asked in many years
though all my friends and learned peers
pick willy-nilly so it seems
a Valentine straight from their dreams.
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He had waited,
though he was no patient man,
the winter storms
gave way to early Spring,
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The blower blows his glass
from heated quartz,
a bubble forms,
its walls so thin
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The grocer usually avoids,
he does not treasure arguments.
Though yesterday he spoke,
what has, dear Sir happened to you?
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