Herbert Nehrlich Poems

There once was a poet named Gina
though she wasn't from Argentina,
but she didn't accept
that the future is kept
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As a critic of note
all the words that he wrote
were of help and of use
if you were in those shoes
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I only have one enemy
I say with all my pride and glee.
What saddens me is that he is
a bubble that will soon go fizz.
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A rose, asleep inside a daze
was basking in the morning rays.
A jogger ran across the grass
and crushed the flower with his mass
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Mother, would you close the drapes,
a storm is rolling in.
Sinister and awesome shapes
with the Devil's grin.
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The terrier loved perverted fun,
knew lousy weather, little sun.
His stubby legs could barely run
so he made up the game of 'one'.
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The staircase had been built
by craftsmen of great skill
that had endured the strife
when Martin Luther nailed
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Is it right to play poker
when you've hidden the joker
skin the people alive
as a property broker?
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An old and wrinkled herbalist
was working in the morning mist.
He took great care to not disturb
a poet whom he knew as Herb.
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He's dancing the Blues
in the Southern sun
he has paid all his dues
but is still on the run.
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