Herbert Nehrlich Poems

He sought the tide,
with its fine foam,
the ripples in the night
and swam, letting the flow
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Bad times are coming, I predict,
we'll suffer as we have been tricked.
Banks crashing, petrol price obscene,
abandoned now the War Machine.
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We placed a camera,
down through the tube
they call esophagus,
and aimed it at her heart.
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Sometimes we do pretend, we lie in other words.
We speak, a mix, a silly blend, we are like flightless birds.
No courage lives within, we are the dull and meek,
unable to stand up and face the demons that we seek.
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She liked the very idea
and I the taste
of KoolAid, grape,
in her innie,
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I have not asked in many years
though all my friends and learned peers
pick willy-nilly so it seems
a Valentine straight from their dreams.
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He had waited,
though he was no patient man,
the winter storms
gave way to early Spring,
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I lie behind you in our night,
close, as your bum fits neatly
and so very sweetly, to me,
my hands had been requested
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Do not, I say stand here in judgement of my life,
it is not you who has the privilege to rule
you may approach me in the darkness with a knife
and plunge your dagger through my heart, I be the fool.
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The blower blows his glass
from heated quartz,
a bubble forms,
its walls so thin
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