Herbert Nehrlich Poems

'But do not come to Daddy,
crying, come Monday morning
expecting to pay what I offer you
right here and now, so come,
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I dreamed again,
about Big Ben,
how London reeled
its fate seemed sealed.
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You meant to say
'don't cry for me',
but stuffy, stoic you,
you had no words
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Snowflakes fall
in silence.
As not to wake
the beating heart
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A rather handsome looking stork
whose home Down Under was Cape York
was on his way to a lone cottage
wherein the lights were of low wattage.
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And will there be Democracy,
where words are blown to pieces,
same as people who would speak
instead of praying on a mat
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All is quiet
on the Prairie.
Wild horses graze
it is all I see.
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Lonesome and hot,
covered with dust
the Hilton it's not
and the work is a must.
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Silent whispers float on by,
wait, and let me hear!
Fragrance of warm apple pie,
humming bees so near.
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The curtains now depart
and silence does replace
the whispers of true art
his voice subdues its pace.
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