Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Her hands were deft,
well manicured and slender
the keyboard left
one click 'return to sender'.
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At five AM, last Saturday
we went to get a Christmas tree.
Out in the forest, with the Jeep,
the path was muddy, ruts were deep.
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A Frilly Lizard, young and strong
was sleeping near a Billabong.
Nearby, a handsome Razorback
was contemplating an attack.
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Out on the farm there lived a pig
he'd spend the day to root and dig.
A firecracker from the sky
came down on him on 4 July.
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A frosty morning of new Spring,
just before the ancient copper bell
commenced its plaintiff sounds
sending them from the monastery
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In life there are, you know it, those
who'll pluck the most exquisite rose
in selfish greed and place it in
a vase, and, later, in the bin.
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Two lice were living on the belly
of a good-looking, though quite smelly
Afghani woman in the hills,
they did not have the bathroom frills
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There once was a sheila named Tara
on the day that she said 'Sayonara',
she was off on a trip
on a paddlesteam ship,
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Cool breezes herald the arrival
of neutral sanity among the folks
who pitter patter through the streets
relieved yet ever saddled with
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In search of crime and criminals
I muster my subliminals.
Write poems, simply, on the run
and wish I had a loaded gun.
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