Herbert Nehrlich Poems

For fifteen years this sun-parched man,
a pensioner of eighty-one,
had celebrated passing weeks
in the old Pub, down by the park.
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I wonder now, should I believe
the old story of Adam and Eve.
Whether apple was breast
on a tree or a chest
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His erotic life in tatters,
begging her on wounded knee.
Cruelly she said it matters,
'size is everything to me'.
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Alarming research shows
that baby boys born
to mothers exposed to
phthalates had
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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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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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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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(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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