Herbert Nehrlich Poems

When weeping willows wonder
whether weevils want
wild wishy-washy women
weaving with willingness,
...

Two tiny pimples,
imperceptible they were,
had just appeared,
and overnight.
...

I felt a little dizzy at the grave.
And there he was, so frozen to the bones.
The snow was barely sweetening the place.
So silly to now have a conversation,
...

I felt a presence,
somewhere behind
no sound was heard
no breath was felt
...

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
...

In the winter of discontent
she was living inside a small tent.
He had left her for good
and he was a small hood
...

There is, to my extreme dismay
a movement in this misery
of people's thoughts that will betray
the foul religious industry.
...

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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R E L A X.................
the memory does not
disturb you.
You are happy to
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