Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Passionate kiss will
like spiderweb soon open
fly of man in heat.
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One wing under the edge of your pillow.
Quiet is the order of the night.
Your breath is a gentle breeze,
ruffling my feathers.
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Poetry is not
what some suppose in error
to be emotions.
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An aging, cantankerous Jew
thought the blood in his body was blue.
Said his Aryan friend
'it's most likely a blend,
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He drank the wine
behind the altar
in solitude, for God.
A roach had fallen in
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In thanking you I must agree
that rhyming gives me pleasure,
and that it adds, by some degree
to people's reading treasure,
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Accepting, if I did, from you
the thing you give, it's called abuse
would mean I am no longer true
to my own self, who needs to choose
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She felt his hand,
the hand that had
the previous night
caressed that wife,
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Even Einstein couldn't handle the idea of
quantum mechanics, it was too radical,
after all, there was the comfort of that Newton,
a fine scholar who believed in predictability.
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