Herbert Nehrlich Poems

At birth there is a fleeting spark
that signals hasty flight from dark.
Throughout our lives we never shed
that link which binds us to the dead.
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So, come look at me,
let me breathe in your sweetness,
as I marvel at beauty that should not exist.
As you dance with me
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Two men, named Engelbert and Rolf
were playing early morning golf.
To keep their mind and skills awake
they soon decided on a break.
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A man whose birthday had just come
was given by his son (a bum)
a parrot with an attitude,
his language was considered rude.
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Just once before I die I would
so love to see a lot of smiling faces,
each morning when I board the city bus.
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I have decided due to need
that I shall celebrate indeed
each coming birthday for two days
this strategy, in case it pays
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Veni vidi vici,
so, was it Heyerdahl
snug on the great Kontiki
who then denied it all?
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There are words in my head
in my limbs and my ears
there are some for the dead
and for those who can hear.
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A little plum dropped from the tree
and struck a frog upon his knee.
The frog did hurt and cried a lot
the plum said Oops, I plum forgot.
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Down by the Murray River's banks
I rest and send our giver Thanks.
Oh do I miss that Yankee feast
the turkey or a different beast
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