Herbert Nehrlich Poems

I had a dream last night, my flower,
you sat with me, out by the pool.
We talked and laughed 'til late the hour,
held hands that felt the night air cool.
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My father felt unwell that day.
he'd tripped on cobblestones.
It was expected that he rest
in bed his weary bones.
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First light of dawn, just out of bed,
the scorpion sharpens all his claws.
He lives inside the shearer's shed
here, in the land of lucky Oz.
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Frogs are green
like chlorophyll
their eyes bulge out at you
they can be mean
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What would we be, he asked
without this tool of tools?
The freedom to be masked
it does extend to fools.
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What will I write to her this year?
About the childhood I remember?
Wait for the poem to appear
in local papers in December?
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I grabbed her then,
in drunken state
amongst brave men,
the night was late.
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It was so very black,
and curly, rather cute,
I wondered what
if anything remarkable
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If I ever get my money
so I've told my aging honey
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And from the land of Sauerkraut
came, blond and blue of eye
a man of gestures, keen to shout
he was a giant guy.
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