Herbert Nehrlich Poems

In the seventies
we raised those durocs,
their colour brown
but otherwise the same.
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Combine, assemble all, you bad men now
to do your dirty deeds, chop down the tallest poppies.
Your dreams of victory, you teach each other how
a mob of little fish, in principle kills bigger guppies,
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The grapes of Wrath fell in the bath
and sank right to the bottom,
he fished one out from under Kath
committing an erratum.
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His eyes, from looking at the passing iron bars
have tired and no images will hold
he feels as if there were a thousand bars
albeit behind them no reality at all.
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Today I actually found out
the name of her, she ran
the beach in opposite direction
and always smiled a sweaty smile.
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There once was a poet named Stu,
he would write 'til his fingers turned blue.
When he searched for a rhyme
he committed a crime,
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Tap tap tap,
akin it is to rap.
She types all day
into the morn
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This is the land where citrus flowers grow,
where happy fishes jump in to your eager boat,
where kangaroos are humming, always on the go
and little dogs are killed by Queensland's nasty toads.
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Adrenalin.
Berlin. At 3 a.m.
Location Checkpoint Charlie.
The sign says 'YOU ARE LEAVING...'
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It was no use.Same old shit.
The trap was, just like last time
all set to grab, to ruin things.
He had fallen that one time
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