Herbert Nehrlich Poems

I know about perception, yours.
you always seem to know
when impulses descend
down from my brain right to the end
...

The pilot was a friend of mine.
He rushed to visit mother on her day.
And mother had just chilled his favourite wine
when all the doorbells rang at once to show dismay.
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In the winter of discontent
she was living inside a small tent.
He had left her for good
and he was a small hood
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There is, to my extreme dismay
a movement in this misery
of people's thoughts that will betray
the foul religious industry.
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The campus had been plagued
by much unrest and bigotry,
there was the ROTC, pathetically,
those closely cropped nitwitted
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A dripping tap can drive you mad,
all day and night it goes.
My youngster is a clever lad,
attached a lengthy hose.
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It was decided that the shed
- an eyesore - had to go,
so, after rolling out of bed
at 5, I'd start the show.
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Two tiny pimples,
imperceptible they were,
had just appeared,
and overnight.
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I felt a little dizzy at the grave.
And there he was, so frozen to the bones.
The snow was barely sweetening the place.
So silly to now have a conversation,
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When weeping willows wonder
whether weevils want
wild wishy-washy women
weaving with willingness,
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