Herbert Nehrlich Poems

I have just read a thousand works
of the new poet on this site.
And must admit that it now irks
me to report with what I might
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There once was a man with no soul
in his life he saw only one goal.
He would stomp, screw and pound
others into the ground
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You, Jodilee, you
if you lived in a shoe
and I lived in the other
I'd be your big brother.
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Some time ago,
while on my run
I came to the old weir.
And, as I passed
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I had a dream last night, my flower,
you sat with me, out by the pool.
We talked and laughed 'til late the hour,
held hands that felt the night air cool.
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What would we be, he asked
without this tool of tools?
The freedom to be masked
it does extend to fools.
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What will I write to her this year?
About the childhood I remember?
Wait for the poem to appear
in local papers in December?
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First light of dawn, just out of bed,
the scorpion sharpens all his claws.
He lives inside the shearer's shed
here, in the land of lucky Oz.
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My father felt unwell that day.
he'd tripped on cobblestones.
It was expected that he rest
in bed his weary bones.
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Frogs are green
like chlorophyll
their eyes bulge out at you
they can be mean
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