Herbert Nehrlich Poems

A dugong, native to our coast
looks like a whale crossed with a ghost.
Once an old man who fished the bay
was carried off and far away.
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For you my LOVE, this flower's heady scent
arises from the depths of Aetna Park,
the berry, filled with DEW until it's spent
likes caves and moist environs of the dark.
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The day had come before the sun had risen much,
its everlasting battle chasing fog and mopping dew
was underway when in the cottage there was sensuous touch
they stirred, limbs still entangled and the silken sheets askew.
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I watched you go,
slide down the waterfall,
your headlights leading
perky
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(Note from writers: the following was originally compiled in ‘real time’ as seen on www.poemhunter.com/poem/snub-for-my-blueberry/
We hope the readers enjoy as much as the writers did (again) , this 'off the cuff ' writing collaboration.)

EP: Emancipation Planz and HN: Herbert Nehrlich
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What is a man who hesitates and hides
when faced with great adversity of friend, or you
an inner voice out for survival is what guides
his actions in withdrawal is his Waterloo.
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He wanted, doubtless, show her who he was
impress her with a feat that raised the bar
to unknown heights, so he prepared a drum,
a barrel, sourced from vintners in Vermont,
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When you stepped in front of me
to get your silly stamps and mail
that all important letter to who knows
I thought you brash and rude,
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If lipstick is your new-found life
you came back in bright red.
And found a job with G'man's wife,
went with her to her bed.
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A poet can turn
to the splendor of his own
innermost sanctum.
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