Herbert Nehrlich Poems

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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(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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There once was a stuffy old man
these old geezers do think that they can
spread nasty old rumours
just like rotting black tumours
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She ran across the plaza, nearly flying.
He was alive, though barely, badly swaying.
Presumed deceased, their group of just fifteen
had made their way out of the steaming jungle.
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Charlie, the cockatoo,
who had lived with our family
for going on eleven years,
was enjoying himself,
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They fished him out at noon,
seagrass was draped and dragged
behind, like angel hair, though green,
lifelessness all dressed in Sunday suit,
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The year was nineteen forty six.
A somber faced
and moist-of-eye
dear uncle
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