Herbert Nehrlich Poems

So does Philosophy then, suffer from
the superficiality of its apparent softness?
Or do you find it harsh, my friend, and cold,
its objectivity a front to trivialise all human feeling.
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There was a young lady from Perth
who was born on the day of her birth.
She grew older with grace
and wore Persian lace.
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There was only a note
on the living room door,
and in lipgloss she wrote
'I can't take it no more.'
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Said the good-natured mouse
who was sharing a house
which was really a log
with a goose-shit-green frog:
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And may I ask you now,
to keep, as from today
a chair next to your bed?
Reserved for me, of course,
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'You have been', said the matron
'assigned to Valhalla Hospice,
you'll like it there, I'm sure.
No one will really ever bother you
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I have just read a thousand works
of the new poet on this site.
And must admit that it now irks
me to report with what I might
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There once was a man with no soul
in his life he saw only one goal.
He would stomp, screw and pound
others into the ground
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You, Jodilee, you
if you lived in a shoe
and I lived in the other
I'd be your big brother.
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Some time ago,
while on my run
I came to the old weir.
And, as I passed
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