Herbert Nehrlich Poems

All skies are endless,
oceans deep
and we have promises to keep.
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When bullies in the schoolyard play
and throw their egos in the fray
it soon becomes quite evident
what Sigmund of Vienna meant.
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Hey, Lincoln Peggy,
remember Dinkytown?
You sat out in the courtyard
bandana and a frown.
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A big elephant sat in my sauerkraut soup
and a rainbow trout swam in my milk.
I got rid of the mammal in one single swoop
then got dressed in my Sunday School silk.
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You talk about those stoic stuffed auld goats
of times that boasted only lower classes,
in modern times, a free verse poet gloats
to me, they tend to talk straight from their asses.
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Laconic
the expression
on his face,
it there
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It was Sylvester,
the scruffy cat,
who peeked into the Bedroom
of Desire.
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'Salut', he yelled from his high horse,
as they descended on the path of
narrowminded, eclectric avenues.
With ginger steps and chestnut hide
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Outside, the sky was
a mixture of
sun
and fluffy clouds.
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' It is the push, ' she said.
' No one has ever done it with
such equisite elaboration,
and effrontery, mind you.
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