Herbert Nehrlich Poems

In search of crime and criminals
I muster my subliminals.
Write poems, simply, on the run
and wish I had a loaded gun.
...

I came to sort a couple things
expecting comfort as of right.
There's family, my sacred blood
surely they'll stand alongside me,
...

A fluffy-feathered bird, small,
to some a picture of
great loveliness
and rarest beauty
...

So soft, I thought it was a feather
your touch was full of love yet
I wanted more, a grip of strength
with probing fingers bearing signals
...

'Twas bedtime, very late the hour,
I shuffled slowly past the bath
when through the door I heard the shower,
so I reversed my sleepy path.
...

Oh, what tangled web we weave
when first we practise to deceive...
Though repetition is the mother
of studies, knowledge and no other
...

When first I jumped it did not take persuasion,
much stronger forces needed fighting 'til they quit.
One trusts a parachute on only one occasion
until the next time when they ask for Agent Grit.
...

In silken sheets of her Italian bed
we consummated after we were wed
the union that each soul is lusting for
woke in the morn to a most fright'ning roar
...

My life has gone so quickly,
and suddenly, my God!
I woke up very sickly
it was my aging bod.
...

They told me to go out and sit
in the park across the street.
'Bloomin' Alzheimer', they cried,
voices subdued, of course.
...