Herbert Nehrlich Poems

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
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Keeps nagging me about a will
I had not thought that I was ill.
We must protect and serve the kiddoes,
just look how many lonely widows
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Pulling one foot
out of the printer,
the other stays
mired in ink,
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Trot, trot, slap, slap, trot, trot, slap, slap
lone highway, it is hot
and lots of inner strength on tap
a marathon it's not.
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One foot immersed
the plan rehearsed,
then off at speed
to do the deed.
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Yes, He gave the nod,
to the two of you then
and he found it not odd
he'd created these men
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He was an altruist
though didn't know
the meaning of the word.
Gave fruits and vegetables
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I had to take my eyes off all the money,
inside the vault of New York City Bank.
I'd glimpsed the image of a real honey,
we had just driven through the wall in our tank.
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I think it may be rather odd
that no one knows the real God.
Elusive, yes, for centuries
and overseeing miseries,
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There once was a poet named Turner.
He was kind and a rather quick learner.
Then he tempted his fate
when he stayed for debate
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