Herbert Nehrlich Poems

The night before I left the moon had gone,
it was as if raw forces of my past
had now combined to rip and tear the mask
off my pale face, and thus expose a ling'ring guilt.
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....and when it slipped out of my fingers,
it landed on the tiles.
A vase from Alexandria,
a Pharaoh who smiles.
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Then I went home to sit and rest
down on my rocking chair,
the sun was setting in the West
and as I combed my hair
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'You insufferable small prick,
I will go get my walking stick,
I will beat your thick hide
'til the inside's outside
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I met a girl the other day.
Brunette of hair,
soft olive skin,
straight Roman nose,
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If you snicker
and bicker
it pleases
your ticker.
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It's pleasing just to hear your voice,
because it is more than a noise.
Most humans are so ignorant
they run away at one small hint
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You climb the mountain to the top,
as perspiration slowly freezes.
Inside your chest your heart screams STOP,
you stand there, swaying in the breezes.
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I was just browsing,
looking, searching my soul
found but a beautiful girl.
Yes you were pretty,
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And long before the dust had settled
he himself had vanished,
no sound had even vaguely
disturbed the morning as it rose.
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