Herbert Nehrlich Poems

He was my brother until now,
a trusted friend who shared
a childhood of great dreams
who read the stories of the blood
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The bird flu virus
has now changed destinations,
flew to Florida.
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I am SAD now. Determined
to stay that way for years to come.
May not again unsadden myself.
Outside forces may not succeed
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I sat, just turned thirteen,
in honour of advancing age,
the promise of maturity,
stout reins in hands
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Oh grant me, God, the wish to persevere,
to dwell within the words as in a sea,
as syllables to taste, to smell, to hear,
and feast old eyes upon the sweetest harmony.
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And like a tiny seed
sown by two unknown hands,
it grew.
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On days of abstinence I read.
The total pages may exceed
the most insatiable need,
yet tasks like this may antecede
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If drugs can make well people ill
I ask you why ingest a pill?
Ill persons cannot be made well
by drugs as far as I can tell.
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Love can flow gently
Trickling around the heart,
Grassing bare patches of hurt
With moistest of words, well meant.
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