Herbert Nehrlich Poems

When I woke up this morning, sweet,
I looked at empty space.
Your covers still were straight and neat,
your nightie flashed its lace.
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...as we get to the river
still holding hands tight,
and in stitches our livers
at evening's last light.
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He walked into the conference,
confronted all too sudden by
the earnest decibels of intellect
and penguin-like tuxedos.
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Just think my friend, what does it mean
when no more flowers can be seen
the sight of flowers does surprise,
their beauty, gentle to the eyes
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To those who are so quick to judge
they often do not see their smudge
and deem themselves close to the greats
then walk around like heavyweights.
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He coughed so hard
the linings of his lungs
peeled off and were propelled
through Valplast partials
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He swayed on top of the tall tower
and braved a cold Chicago shower.
His bank accounts were in arrears
the biggest sum was owed to Sears.
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Imagine, if you will, a stage.
And standing there, a wrinkled sage.
His name is Guy de Maupassant
long dead of course, yet - nonobstant -
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He had, in his ninety years
opened the cranky door
that let the horses out
and hay and fodder in,
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A town in England, name of York,
is where they hatched the famous Stork.
It's also where the silly rumour
(preposterous, devoid of humour) ,
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