Herbert Nehrlich Poems

My love, I hold your sweaty hand
as us unites eternal band.
Same sex like lovely Elton John
I say let's bring the puzzle on.
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The Devil had gone down the stack
of the big ironworks in town
and in his haste he hurt his back
and counted souls when he touched down.
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There are words in my head
in my limbs and my ears
there are some for the dead
and for those who can hear.
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It wasn't Lorin Mazel, of course,
how lucky can one get, I ask.
Some wanker from the provinces
he stepped up to the plate.
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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 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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There comes a time
when wine does show
its well-earned age
it must, needless to say
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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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