Herbert Nehrlich Poems

He's climbed that stony hill
a man with seeing eyes
who thinks and ponders still
the oh, so common lies.
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How dull a life you lead dear maiden
no meal is great unless well-laden
with fats and butter, spirits strong,
they will convey life's genuine song.
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And may I whisper,
words, musical sounds?
Hoping that you will know,
and understand the shyness
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LP Gas. It's a second choice.
Always has been. May as well
be in the future, same as always.
Nothing special, just the gas.
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No it wasn't what I thought.
No angel tears came down
from heaven, no other liquids
from that forsaken place,
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I wonder if my calculator
could figure out your soul.
It seems to be, filled to the top
with symbols of strange science
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It was ecstatic electricity.
That touch of velvety, delicious skin,
the sun had, reasonably, retreated
and in the forest we felt wild and free.
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Flutter, flutter
on the window,
letters will arrive so soon,
Bringing news
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I follow you,
where will you go,
love made me blind
and gave me feet
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Time has a habit in these parts
to show that it's been crafted
from tardiness and irresponsibility.
Its unexpectedness akin to farts
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