Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Oh, that your lovely flesh be there for me
a thousand miles I must, on blood-stained boots
hike through the corpses of man's hate for man
and carry only one, an ever-longing thought.
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The story of my uncle Fritz
is made up of so many bits
it started with the age of zits
then followed fifteen rowdy kids
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Only forty more sleeps
and then Santa will come
with the bells and the beeps
and the presents for some.
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To see reality for what it is
one needs not only eyes,
but sharpened ears.
And if those very organs,
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He swept into the hall
where poets had assembled
by the thousands.
Bearing a stack of papers
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They hummed.
And sang,
but when they drooled
I raised my hand
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It was the greenest green
that she had ever seen.
A tiny, sad-eyed frog,
daydreaming on a log.
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You did not hesitate,
big hands you have,
they did not care
about the world
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I told the world about my past,
that I hailed from the old and dusty,
and after many steps, at last
I could discard my filthy, musty
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I asked Diogenes the other day
what is the measure of a real man.
He smiled and said, inquire if you may
about misfortunes of your neighbours, if you can.
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