Herbert Nehrlich Poems

I was just nine - you caught my eye,
you stunned me with your smile.
I stood with friends when you swayed by,
I thought of you a while.
...

Some chocolates on Valentine,
and later on, a bit of wine.
A bunch of rare exotic flowers
to brighten up the evening hours.
...

He was an old man now.
Still digging graves at
our cemetary.
Pick axe and shovel,
...

When I woke in the morning at home
at the bedside there was a new feature,
it looked a bit like a small gnome
or some other benevolent creature.
...

I dreamed Sunday night I was loony
and my grandfather was Mickey Rooney.
But wouldn't you know it
there's a wonderful poet
...

Still in pyjamas I awoke,
thought to myself 'this is a joke'.
Said out aloud, 'Attila, brother',
reached for the phone and called my mother.
...

Little minds singing
hollow pendulums swinging
low-octane pinging.
...

The day has come,
the baby needs to be
examined thoroughly
she takes the boy
...

Today is the day goddammit.
Not just another Monday
with all its pressures and urges
and society commitments and
...

He pointed to your brilliant marks
and killed the just emerging sparks
of what, in other, better times
could have produced some pleasant rhymes.
...