Herbert Nehrlich Poems

A boulder, mossy
waited, for an eternity
submerged,
inside the shallows.
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A mossy rock was waiting
I sat and watched the waterfall
and tiny bubbles springing free
as if to reach the sun's warm rays.
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No wonder she doesn't recall
if the day was in Spring or in Fall.
In her head there are words
and a million wild birds
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Human nature is what it is.
Although hers is as bad as is his.
In the forum you'll find
those who stab from behind
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Hot pokers fell into my well.
She wrote!
It's been so many moons.
She took my blood,
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I am an atheist, thank God.
Oh no, my friend, this is not odd
as, after all, He knows me still
as one who would ignore His will.
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Patience is needed for these days
though patience rarely ever pays.
Perhaps you will, through circumstance
have time to make important plans.
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The very word may be too much,
one knows one's own identity
to do what seems appropriate
and somewhat lucrative, of course.
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At last I've made it
to the roof of
our crazy world.
No higher goal
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I have been tugging
on the strings of your heart.
I'm thinking of mugging
(which may not be smart) ,
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