Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Her hand was pale
and held a single rose,
picked from his garden
and happy to oblige.
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And there we were, in darkness, down by the river.
Four girls, four boys. A night away from town.
A cooling breeze was causing her to shiver,
or was the prospect of the lovely evening gown,
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Blemishes are what you get
when you are not in full control
and when the world's corrupted net
has sucked you in through one small hole.
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The Postie came,
he limped along
the street, up from
the beachfront.
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People come into our lives.
Some smile,
some growl
and others
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My brother-in-law.
What a man!
He used to be
known as Kojak.
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There was a mean, pathetic man,
much substance he had not.
He only counted one true fan
but that prevented not
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Have you heard the account of Lord Gritz
he was fond of all innocent tits
he had told his own spouse
that he'd open the blouse
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I did remember the adage
about how flattery will get you
into the portals of all homes
and palaces, perhaps it can
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I want to join the folks who keep
a bunch of wives to help them sleep.
If chosen wisely, I suppose
the one with a large-nostrilled nose
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