Herbert Nehrlich Poems

What if they gave a sudden war
no one would know what it was for
thus few would join as volunteers
as it takes gold to drown out fears.
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They talked about the Golden Fleece
and kept on their small farm some geese
but only their pubescent niece
was kind enough to pray for peace.
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Sebastian Coe is running close
to Zatopek, the Marathon
a race that hits you on the nose
you either have it or you're done.
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The stones accumulate at last
and make you mellow
your public face is quite aghast,
your inner fellow
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The local market, New Year's Eve
employees' eyes on early leave,
a customer with Trojan smile
stood in the corner for a while.
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The deftness of her fingers
did pale inside the shade
of testosterone initiation.
There were no additives
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Oh no, it isn't Mister Ed
or some unknown old clown
today we celebrate with Fred
we should use cap and gown.
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Nine days have passed, flew by like snails
held back by indignation's tails.
Or is it simply a foul mood
that let her smile become unglued ?
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Is it the goddamn awful truth that they
take after Mom and Dad, whom they obey?
Is nothing novel in this world of interest
and progress so elusive that it's best
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She dropped me like a boiling spud
as if I were a bowl of mud.
It is, they say, a great mirage
to wait for soap enriched lavage.
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