Herbert Nehrlich Poems

A dipstick likes to rest in oil,
air does reside in tyres.
All plants are anchored in the soil
and flames make up all fires.
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Great highlights of the centuries
that saw big armies on their knees
were poets from the Fatherland
their words for all to understand.
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They sat around the bed,
as if it were required to be small
in confrontation with the Death
of one more soul, a relative at that.
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I woke with just a twinge of shame
your face had smiled inside a frame
at me, your Mona Lisa eyes
were young and fresh and, oh so wise.
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A rose of different colour stood alone
amidst the grasses on the farmer's land
and in the night when moon and stars all shone
she searched her soul deep down, inside the sand.
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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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Today I am up to the hilt
since early morning filled with guilt.
Still sleep-lagged wandered to the shower
at that ungodly twilight hour
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The need to confess
is the lot of all shepherds
not all sheep survive.
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There were photos that came
from Mt Morris today,
it is clear that the fame
of her birthday just may
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