Herbert Nehrlich Poems

I climbed the path
up to the church
and, once inside
did get a special time
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There once was a fellow named Gripp.
He let poems roll over his lip.
With the Kraut in his genes
he has more than the means
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Like little men with purple feet
though some with floppy ears,
they move with poise and innate grace
through common mists
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Well spoken and sweet
from luscious girl Gina
it has tickled my feet
and bedazzled my wiena.
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At first he came with gifts
and money for the bank
he pointed out the rifts
amongst our folks, that Yank.
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He pointed to your brilliant marks
and killed the just emerging sparks
of what, in other, better times
could have produced some pleasant rhymes.
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It must have been a holy man who left
the gadget at my door that governs time.
And using it feels eerily like theft,
which in my eyes sure qualifies as crime.
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When your life seems an endless Sahara
do not reach for the trusted mascara
If it's tears to replace
in your lovely old face
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I was asleep but only just
dreamed of a local poet's bust.
Upon awakening it seemed
that poet Hogg, himself esteemed,
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At dawn one day I told my honey
'I'm in a hurry for the Dunny.'
Which meant, of course, I am confessing
that matters were, inside me, pressing
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