Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Some chocolates on Valentine,
and later on, a bit of wine.
A bunch of rare exotic flowers
to brighten up the evening hours.
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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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It was Country Western yesterday,
and Classical Music on Monday,
the Beatles of the sixties
are a distant memory.
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Yes, it is me
who looks at You
from the oddest places and strangest faces
as I just happen to be
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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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Quite ill and running a high fever
I found inside my box a beaver.
How did a beaver get inside
perhaps he was in need to hide.
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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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