Herbert Nehrlich Poems

All prunes are plums
all plums not prunes,
the sound of drums
and healthy tunes
...

A birthday comes but once a year,
the day remains the same.
But let me make it crystal clear:
When they picked out your name,
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You pain has reached the depth
inside the inner core.
It drives you mad and wild
be strong my precious child.
...

A Mammogram may save
the life of one in many,
while slyly it creates
a killing field inside
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'Night, Mama, love you, ' 'I do too.'
I wake, some noise has just disturbed
my slumber, even Teddy
my bear and faithful friend at night
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Jim had been operated on,
and was what they, with optimism,
call in recovery, back on the ward,
had telephone and operas of soap,
...

At first I thought she waltzed,
but then I saw the error of
my observation powers.
She waddled, all that blubber,
...

So happy was the mother bird
when both eggs hatched two beauties.
Their father wore his light blue shirt
and then resumed his duties
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Cantankerous she was, his wife
she carried on her a sharp knife.
And when the moon sent her a sign
or after a huge glass of wine
...

The little girl
stood in
the meadow.
She had been
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