Herbert Nehrlich Poems

A gardener, who liked to spend
most days and also the weekend
out in his garden near the town
was in a way a real clown,
...

The consequences
will not be felt by others.
The spark is dying.
...

...then something snapped inside my head,
of all the lights the green ones went.
And dimly flick'ring orange glow
with hesitation, drifted in
...

Oh, that your lovely flesh be there for me
a thousand miles I must, on blood-stained boots
hike through the corpses of man's hate for man
and carry only one, an ever-longing thought.
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To see reality for what it is
one needs not only eyes,
but sharpened ears.
And if those very organs,
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He swept into the hall
where poets had assembled
by the thousands.
Bearing a stack of papers
...

Only forty more sleeps
and then Santa will come
with the bells and the beeps
and the presents for some.
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The story of my uncle Fritz
is made up of so many bits
it started with the age of zits
then followed fifteen rowdy kids
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They hummed.
And sang,
but when they drooled
I raised my hand
...

It was the greenest green
that she had ever seen.
A tiny, sad-eyed frog,
daydreaming on a log.
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