Herbert Nehrlich Poems

I have been thinking,
those times you are not here
are filled with thoughts
most all of which concern
...

In the highlands of Monte La Fino
lived a scruffy but well-read old wino.
He was a deep thinker
and a serious drinker
...

White man had fouled the land of ice and snow,
his home,
their poisons driven off the caribou,
the whales
...

I place you,
gently
on your pillow,
first on your back,
...

Magnetically Adorable Gladiola,
Deliciously Drooling,
Amiably Lingering,
Electrifyingly Non-naughty,
...

He was out cold
and smiled,
parched lips
apart, and two
...

Down near the billboard,
on fifty-seventh Street,
right where it intersects
with fancy fifth Avenue
...

You will never be
on the outside to me,
although I am not
misunderstanding
...

And from the coffins of the dead
revenge does rear its sneering head.
Who is at fault you ask me dear
who planted bombs, thus causing fear?
...

I can hear the children now,
competing with the songs
and lullabies of happiness,
of friendly frigate birds
...