Herbert Nehrlich Poems

I'm really not a whimp.
The word timidity
was not in use,
where Dad and
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He slept as she,
on tippytoes,
came in,
she smiled
...

It was the morning when she turned,
to have a look, such simple curiosity.
It spelled the end, she entered endless time,
I would, if asked by fate (Oh how I yearned!)
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A waterfall is where much water
falls, by the laws of gravity.
But in itself it is a daughter
to a deluge, that's when they free
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I have these dreams of late,
cannot be helped says I,
and if you want debate
about the how and why
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She said something exquisite here today:

'It's like you're standing -warts and all- no mercy, naked.
Exposed to hungry eyes of your new handsome lover.
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Your heart keeps beating in your chest,
incessantly. And thank you, God.
The only time it gets to rest
is when it's working, which is odd.
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In a snowy little hamlet lived a boy with a short name
he was sent to the one room school in the town.
All the letters and the numbers did at first look much the same
and the boy was often wearing a small frown.
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They came at daybreak, olive green
their uniforms, a soldiers' truck.
They stopped at fourteen houses briefly,
and no discussion, and no sounds.
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All the kids sat down for lunch,
and the mother, also Dad
during meals this happy bunch
ate and ate. But Tim looked sad.
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