Herbert Nehrlich Poems

When my favourite Aunt,
you know the name,
had settled back in bed
to rest and contemplate,
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He was old. Even for an oak tree.
So ancient that he could not remember
which wars had ended one way or else
and when he saw his first belcher of smoke,
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I found an aphrodisiac
that helps the poet think
so when you find a certain lack
or teet'ring on the brink
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The Cantadora came as it was custom,
at night to tell about the flock abandoned.
It seems the sheep had left their shepherd,
not through a sense of loss or even want.
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I fully realise, my Lord
that I have been to Venice
but if you would not mind
please hold your horses.
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Mediocrity
Is something quite elusive
For little low-lives.
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I'd spent so many summers on my uncle's farm
and loved to feel the roots of rightful, old tradition.
Our day began when Mr. Sandman passed and the alarm
was getting ready to convey programmed decision
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You asking me 'why'
is a trifle rich
I'm just a good guy
but you are a bitch.
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A fisherman goes out to fish
his wife cooks up a fishy dish.
Do not forget the lowly worm
who wiggles but stays rather firm
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While crossing the Snoqualmie River
on foot near frosty Holtershausen,
a settlement of faithful Amish
was milking cows in drafty barns.
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