Herbert Nehrlich Poems

The moon had just arrived tonight
he looked with twinkling eyes
toward the North that's where his bright
and trusty Northstar flies.
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The town prepared for Halloween
the likes of which no one had seen.
The candy shop was selling lots
and little babies in their cots
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I felt a presence,
somewhere behind
no sound was heard
no breath was felt
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I laughed because I did not have
what it would take in normal times
to cry for him. I had not practiced,
after all, boys will be boys but they,
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Well, I do admit
I did imbibe
perhaps a fluid ounce too much
the night before last night.
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He pushed and he strained and he struggled
and she wiggled and giggled and juggled
but they did not succeed
to take care of their need
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Just looking,
from the window
at puddles
on La Rue
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At times that crying boy
can be like bottled joy.
A most unlikely teacher
turns me into a preacher,
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The doorbell rang, I jumped to see
there stood three men in suits,
and bulges (were they meant for me?)
plus black and shiny boots.
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Just once I turned my cluttered head
'twas late here in Down Under
so off I went to find my bed
outside was storm and thunder.
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