Herbert Nehrlich Poems

I dream about my travels,
through times long gone
and space now allocated
to those young bulls with horns.
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I do not care about the dough,
it costs whatever they decide.
But will I finish cretins, yes
they will not eat for quite some time.
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Good Morning to my Darling Flower!
I trust you slept and rested well.
Your bedtime in the early hour
is not advised, so let me tell
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From the treeless mountains he flew
to the world known as bald majesty
when an eagle comes looking for you
you remember Gallipoli.
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'Twas past the twilight hour.
A timid knock woke me from sleep.
Before my faculties had re-ignited,
the door pushed open and the hinges squeaked.
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From the top of Niagara Falls,
far away from the big city malls
jumped a tough-talking bird
soon her screams could be heard
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Ein Gedicht ist nicht
was ein duemmlicher Wicht
schreibt auf's Klopapier
in der Hoffnung dass wir
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They say our world is truly round
and that the borders are not real,
as in the airspace can be found
God's promise and his lone appeal.
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Once upon a time a teacher,
partial to most any creature,
had retired to his bed.
Slept as if he had been dead.
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I may just shave it
to celebrate the end of
a different era.
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