Herbert Nehrlich Poems

God's garden is called Paradise,
creation came from there.
He watches it with shining eyes
and marks each crevice where
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A rose of different colour stood alone
amidst the grasses on the farmer's land
and in the night when moon and stars all shone
she searched her soul deep down, inside the sand.
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They sat around the bed,
as if it were required to be small
in confrontation with the Death
of one more soul, a relative at that.
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Two horses and a cow were walking
about the Christmas season talking.
Says horse named Clyde 'I am so big
I'll break the biggest baddest twig
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I woke with just a twinge of shame
your face had smiled inside a frame
at me, your Mona Lisa eyes
were young and fresh and, oh so wise.
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Just once before I die I would
so love to see a lot of smiling faces,
each morning when I board the city bus.
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A little plum dropped from the tree
and struck a frog upon his knee.
The frog did hurt and cried a lot
the plum said Oops, I plum forgot.
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Down by the Murray River's banks
I rest and send our giver Thanks.
Oh do I miss that Yankee feast
the turkey or a different beast
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The need to confess
is the lot of all shepherds
not all sheep survive.
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There were photos that came
from Mt Morris today,
it is clear that the fame
of her birthday just may
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