Herbert Nehrlich Poems

The town prepared for Halloween
the likes of which no one had seen.
The candy shop was selling lots
and little babies in their cots
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When weeping willows wonder
whether weevils want
wild wishy-washy women
weaving with willingness,
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Just looking,
from the window
at puddles
on La Rue
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Well, I do admit
I did imbibe
perhaps a fluid ounce too much
the night before last night.
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He pushed and he strained and he struggled
and she wiggled and giggled and juggled
but they did not succeed
to take care of their need
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In the winter of discontent
she was living inside a small tent.
He had left her for good
and he was a small hood
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The pilot was a friend of mine.
He rushed to visit mother on her day.
And mother had just chilled his favourite wine
when all the doorbells rang at once to show dismay.
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The campus had been plagued
by much unrest and bigotry,
there was the ROTC, pathetically,
those closely cropped nitwitted
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So, come look at me,
let me breathe in your sweetness,
as I marvel at beauty that should not exist.
As you dance with me
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At birth there is a fleeting spark
that signals hasty flight from dark.
Throughout our lives we never shed
that link which binds us to the dead.
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