Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Those who can they say
do, but those who can't my friend
they sit back and teach.
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Today I tried.
Again and again.
To jump over my own shadow.
Each time I jumped
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The avian flu may worry you.
I'd like to tell you what to do.
The virus has not yet evolved
they talk about a problem solved
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Dungbeetles eat it.
It fertilises gardens.
Smells to high heaven.
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She looked out of the window
of the Seattle RTD, the freeway flyer.
I left the transit lane to have a look
when daydream mode was switched
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When night fell on that day I went away
I thought of you, you'd be at home and cook,
and later do the dishes and take in a tray
of tea and snacks, perhaps you'd read a favourite book.
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I heard. And at first light I leave,
Siberian fox may be the best,
I know a babushka near Vlad
she'll stitch it into something very warm,
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Come out, come out, wherever you are
are you clever and shout happy drinks in the bar?
I've been looking for you in the closet ten times
even sang all our songs and those nursery rhymes,
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They had agreed, in fact it was a pledge.
To honour all commandments, also those
they still were unaware of. Near the edge
was, on her left, (he rested in a pose)
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A poem from the pen of Rachel,
who has kindly allowed me to refer to her
as my protégée:
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