Herbert Nehrlich Poems

To introduce myself: I'm Wil.
I hope you like my hair!
And, should you find I fit the bill,
I'll be your special bear.
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It was Country Western yesterday,
and Classical Music on Monday,
the Beatles of the sixties
are a distant memory.
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'No, little Johnny, raindrops are really just
the tears of sweet angels, who cry. Cry
because of sins that people commit,
and that is why, my smart and curious boy,
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You have your arms
around me.
My lips caress the softness of your face.
No words are spoken
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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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On a Sunday afternoon,
when temperatures soared
in the Australian outback
he sat, silently on a termite hill
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An earwig, brown and also shiny
sat on a river bank, alone.
Compared to others he was tiny,
a critter made of skin and bone.
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Silent whispers float on by,
wait, and let me hear!
Fragrance of warm apple pie,
humming bees so near.
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The curtains now depart
and silence does replace
the whispers of true art
his voice subdues its pace.
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