Herbert Nehrlich Poems

All poetry, says Greenwolfe must
be rhyming lest it's bound to bust
from deep within its heart of prose
non-rhyming stuff is on the nose!
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Exotic is a word
that rings
inside my ears
like violins.
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I am not an overly religious man,
although the pope hails from adjoining fields.
Today, however, on the beach I ran.
Aerobic fitness such behaviour yields.
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Oh Zeus, I am about to stand
all nude beneath your cirrus clouds
to open with my free and eager hand,
and move aside, uncovering the shroud
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So let me now reveal to you my friend
what I consider sin, the word is oft misused,
so many tend to twist and squirm and bend
to please the Gods, who may not be amused
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There is not now,
nor will there ever be
a greater love.
You make me smile,
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They were sleeping at their desks and passed the weirdo to come in
and they carried little bombs and hand grenades,
asked a question seeking answers to the presence of great sin
and the lies did flow in buckets and in spades.
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His name was Bread
he carried with him
Butter and Swiss cheese.
Bread went and led
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Cinderella and her dog
sat at home on the old log.
Sisters had gone to the dance
homely ones did have no chance.
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Late at night, he didn't look
a Tweed Heads man, a likely crook
climbed up the downpipe with his legs
and stole the poem about sex.
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