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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Oh, what tangled web we weave
when first we practise to deceive...
Though repetition is the mother
of studies, knowledge and no other
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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.
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My life has gone so quickly,
and suddenly, my God!
I woke up very sickly
it was my aging bod.
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They told me to go out and sit
in the park across the street.
'Bloomin' Alzheimer', they cried,
voices subdued, of course.
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'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.
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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
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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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He was an altruist
though didn't know
the meaning of the word.
Gave fruits and vegetables
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