Herbert Nehrlich Poems

A fluffy-feathered bird, small,
to some a picture of
great loveliness
and rarest beauty
...

I came to sort a couple things
expecting comfort as of right.
There's family, my sacred blood
surely they'll stand alongside me,
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In Europe, all the feathered friends
get ready when the summer ends
to fly themselves to Italy,
away from winter misery.
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I walked another endless mile
to spot at last, a crocodile.
Had heard from knowledgeable mates
and Publicans in hot debates
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'Twas bedtime, very late the hour,
I shuffled slowly past the bath
when through the door I heard the shower,
so I reversed my sleepy path.
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They told me to go out and sit
in the park across the street.
'Bloomin' Alzheimer', they cried,
voices subdued, of course.
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So soft, I thought it was a feather
your touch was full of love yet
I wanted more, a grip of strength
with probing fingers bearing signals
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Oh, what tangled web we weave
when first we practise to deceive...
Though repetition is the mother
of studies, knowledge and no other
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When first I jumped it did not take persuasion,
much stronger forces needed fighting 'til they quit.
One trusts a parachute on only one occasion
until the next time when they ask for Agent Grit.
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My life has gone so quickly,
and suddenly, my God!
I woke up very sickly
it was my aging bod.
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