Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Just received from a friend in old Leeds
a small book that's fulfilling some needs.
Not a bee in a bonnet
but a gaggle of sonnets.
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They left him there.
And when the sun had gone
to sleep beyond horizon's border,
his movements ceased.
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Is it doomed
through pestilence
and poverty?
Is there
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She pulled it out,
pain is emotion
rigid and stout
full of devotion.
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Sometimes it is so unavoidable,
the size of him or her, so unbecoming,
a rather stupid looking head and face
perched on the very top (no neck)
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They say the best of tales
are never really told,
and that it never fails
that everyone gets old,
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She was, for many moons,
the velvet cover of the portals
inside my heart, there was,
majestically, the grand aorta,
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I wonder if you know, you busy boy
how luck has favoured you, yes you were pampered.
She lives her life with functions so impaired
her toothless jaw set hard in stern determination.
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A person living off the land
would need to really understand
what he can eat and what's taboo
most people wouldn't have a clou.
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A hippo chick
with walking stick
and hippie chook
were stalking Wook.
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