Herbert Nehrlich Poems

I grabbed her then,
in drunken state
amongst brave men,
the night was late.
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It was so very black,
and curly, rather cute,
I wondered what
if anything remarkable
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If I ever get my money
so I've told my aging honey
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And from the land of Sauerkraut
came, blond and blue of eye
a man of gestures, keen to shout
he was a giant guy.
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He'd known it wouldn't be
a picnic with a vintage red,
they'd likely stone the girl
with hatred burning cruel eyes.
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The Moon Down Under
Looks at the world Up Over
But then it travels.
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Well, as I tried to tell you
the Pope would be elected
by money, not by value
or pious thoughts detected.
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As winter comes again this year,
its breath turns dewdrops into ice.
Out in the forest freeze the deer
our houses, refuges for mice.
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Just twenty klicks on Friday after work,
the stubby shorts, my T-shirt of Desire,
I need the exercise to stay within some reason
we now have summer here, the temperature is up.
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What struck me were her eyes.
When the first spark
discharged itself,
down at the docks
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