Herbert Nehrlich Poems

A life fulfilled at last,
adventure in her veins
she left behind a past
a Fatherland's own chains.
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Today I shall go to the beach
to draw a heart for you.
At water's edge, just within reach,
a crisp new heart I'll do.
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So, what is envy?
Is it the child of hatred,
or simply nothing?
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Just received from a friend in old Leeds
a small book that's fulfilling some needs.
Not a bee in a bonnet
but a gaggle of sonnets.
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Good neighbour Lloyd did
suggest to write a poem
'bout defaecation.
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They left him there.
And when the sun had gone
to sleep beyond horizon's border,
his movements ceased.
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Is it doomed
through pestilence
and poverty?
Is there
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She pulled it out,
pain is emotion
rigid and stout
full of devotion.
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They say the best of tales
are never really told,
and that it never fails
that everyone gets old,
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Sometimes it is so unavoidable,
the size of him or her, so unbecoming,
a rather stupid looking head and face
perched on the very top (no neck)
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