Herbert Nehrlich Poems

A discharge of plain yellow pus
cannot be counted as a plus.
If tiny micro-bugs turn mean
they gurgitate the colour green.
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In the shadow, downwind from the men
walks a stout and bright fellow in line
as he listens to sounds of Big Ben
he discards all his hopes to the swine.
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Yes, her laughter rang hollow
but they stayed right behind,
one good reason to follow
was that some were quite blind.
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It was his mother,
wearing petticoat
and powdered Camomille,
at tea, with Frau Charlotte.
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I sat there, all alone,
and stared against the wall,
wallpaper peeling off
and funny brownish specs.
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'I need to have this strange condition
that's bugged me now for fourteen blasted days,
my man is in a hurry (goin' fishin') ,
fixed still this morning, better right aways.
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Auf Kamel in der Wueste Sahara
ritt ein Maedchen mit Vornamen Mara.
Kam ein Sturm mit viel Sand
sagte Mara 'das Land
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A balmy breeze
had hitched a ride
with early dusk
and whispered to
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They'd sent my cases to the city of Helsinki
reducing me to one pyjama and a Haines
she thought I was Australian and kinky
and tied around my ankles stainless chains.
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It's always good to stand your ground
in matters freely stated,
though difficult to turn around
when egos are inflated.
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