Herbert Nehrlich Poems

I am not an overly religious man,
although the pope hails from adjoining fields.
Today, however, on the beach I ran.
Aerobic fitness such behaviour yields.
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Exotic is a word
that rings
inside my ears
like violins.
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He had, as Shakespeare said
at last he'd had it.
He closed the book to make
as clean a sweep as he could do.
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The birds are silent now,
all called to order by the owl.
It is a memorable time
and honour goes to those
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Late at night, he didn't look
a Tweed Heads man, a likely crook
climbed up the downpipe with his legs
and stole the poem about sex.
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There once was a place for the folks
who would write little poems and jokes.
And the place had its rules
both for smartbums and fools
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Would you tell me God, the answer to this puzzle in my mind,
I have pondered it for decades since my birth.
Will a cat devour a mouse if she is definitely blind,
will the rain find, in the dark, its way to earth?
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They were sleeping at their desks and passed the weirdo to come in
and they carried little bombs and hand grenades,
asked a question seeking answers to the presence of great sin
and the lies did flow in buckets and in spades.
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Cinderella and her dog
sat at home on the old log.
Sisters had gone to the dance
homely ones did have no chance.
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His name was Bread
he carried with him
Butter and Swiss cheese.
Bread went and led
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