Herbert Nehrlich Poems

My name is Olaf Dangelmaier
I am accused to be a liar,
a traitor to the King at that
a coward, ugly like a rat.
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Accept the past,
sadness,
tears.
Suffering and
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Moshe has a headache
and wants to go
and see the doctor.
His friend advises against it:
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You are right of course
and there is no dead horse
and no need to debate
the precarious state
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'Will you, Sir, sign this petition..
yes I see you're going fishing,
but this matter must be solved
so you need to get involved.'
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I have been told the truth,
only a human valve will do,
the doctor said it is the endocardium,
it always kills before the next full moon.
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Envy is the colour green
like a tasty garden bean.
Some of us are colourblind,
if they aim to go and find
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It was the little lines and grooves,
the pores in soft, pigmented skin
the memory of taste and touch
that reared its pesky head,
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Ah, LOVE, a cuckoo bird persistent on the prowl
the Quisling of the forest I would say,
It ridicules the wisdom of the owl,
a Nomad who will visit but not stay.
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Morning has broken
down by the pier
and you have spoken
don't want me near.
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