Herbert Nehrlich Poems

You can't cook with it.
It won't clean you.
Useless for dishes.
Goldfish don't like it.
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Like a dog with no tail
and a house with no doors
and a ship with no sail
like a pimp with no whores.
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A raindropp off the Matterhorn
was in the heavy clouds just born.
It fell and tumbled from great heights
enjoyed, while falling, splendid sights.
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It rang again just now,
you think it's her,
or just a fluke at 3 a.m.?
Maybe we should,
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I think that as the body ages
it's just like turning many pages,
one at a time, and not too fast,
so that we don't forget the past.
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They were simple daisies,
picked in the Park at Dawn.
Not up to standard, though,
traditionally, the expectation
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A single ray of sun was peeking
through dusty drapes in my old flat,
downstairs the landlord's hussy shrieking,
she was as dumb as she was fat.
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Wakey, Wakey, it is five,
covers yanked while you're not looking.
Time to stretch and feel alive,
in the oven bread is cooking.
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I have a friend who is a cowboy,
he flies fast jets for Uncle Sam,
persuaded me to come along
'twas a Sunday in September.
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I had a dream last night.
It was a dream in vivid colours.
A satisfying dream.
A dream of justice and
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