Herbert Nehrlich Poems

At eighty-four
she is not old.
Though she denies
some salient facts,
...

There once was a Vicar named Groon
he was raised with a true silver spoon.
And at bedtime he'd take
for his haemorrhoids' sake
...

The double helix, yes.
Talking genomes here,
genetic fiddling,
all are four letter words,
...

There was
a time
where laws
of rhyme
...

I'd eat the crumbs
that you have dropped
into the mud outside.
I'd have your sneakers
...

My sweetest pie of berries,
If you, on this occasion,
take out my heart
(just help yourself) by
...

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.
...

You have your arms
around me.
My lips caress the softness of your face.
No words are spoken
...

It was Country Western yesterday,
and Classical Music on Monday,
the Beatles of the sixties
are a distant memory.
...

Yes, it is me
who looks at You
from the oddest places and strangest faces
as I just happen to be
...