Herbert Nehrlich Poems

All the hootin' and tootin'
and the fancy fallutin
only shows that you mock
right from under your rock.
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'And would you', said the lovely maiden
in Minnesota's early hours,
where in deep snow moonlight was fading,
'come up and have a drink, your flowers
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A recalcitrant poetry critic
who was harsh and a bit analytic
was the colour of custard
but the hot taste of mustard
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Now the silence descends
like the Lady of Darkness.
Yet his eyes remain wide,
both remaining behind.
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Not a whisper is heard
nor a shadow be seen.
When she gave me the word
it was vicious and lean.
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Two lions lounged down by the river,
just finishing their zebra liver.
While chewing still, one lion mentioned
that this noon meal, though well-intentioned,
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'What a nice guy',
were the thoughts
that hung around
my early morning
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I'm pretty sure, my girl
that your unconscious
and my unconscious
do want to get together.
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No, my friends and enemies,
(I do not like that word) ,
this is by no means an appeal
and nothing you have heard
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There was a coldness in her eyes,
though all her words were flowing freely.
'I love you so and never will
abandon you or let you go.'
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