Herbert Nehrlich Poems

I must, to stay within the zone
keep down the electronics
Conduction through my funny bone
sets off those histrionics.
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There comes a time, my sweet,
passed down through cirrus clouds
to man, by little messengers from God,
whom children know as proper angels;
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He could not be an addict, that he knew.
So much pure selfishness, worn on the skin.
He saw the world as something of a zoo,
the one they built a wall through, in Berlin.
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I wonder if this resident wears pink,
a pig he is, not made by God to think.
His writing is below what they call plain
it causes little pleasure but some pain.
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McCain says a stent will serve well to prevent
sudden death caused by atrial fib,
let us hope that it works as some folks are hell-bent
to vote Caribou Mom (I ad lib) .
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Statistics are the favourite tools
of doctors, pharmacists and fools.
But, in addition there are those
who use fine poetry and prose
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We always need a portrait on the wall.
Without it any wall looks simply bare,
the living room, the kitchen and the hall
adorned by men of salt and pepper hair.
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It was a silly dream, needless to say.
You died of a small bone stuck in your throat,
all courtesy of a gray snapper, caught offshore.
You were too young, of course and I had plans
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I was going to write you a sonnet
with much wisdom, both in it and on it.
But while walking near trees
I saw millions of bees
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Well, no, my dear, no lemonade
I'd keep your body in the shade.
And feed you through a yellow straw
eggnog (in which the eggs are raw) ,
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