Herbert Nehrlich Poems

We are hoping for fog
and a moonless night.
Approaching the border to
the West and its freedom,
...

It now is time.
I'll have to tell the world.
And never did I ever
mean to do this.
...

So that was it, the cross street was,
for reasons unbeknownst,
well hidden in the summer weeds.
I lusted now, that taste (it was a smudge)
...

And in my dream I was
just halfway up the Holy Mountain
of homesickness called Heidelberg.
I had just crossed the Neckar river
...

Well they do come in droves
from the coldness of Britain
they abandon their stoves
with Down Under they're smitten.
...

Yes, I am flattered,
but not enough
to spare you, little shit,
a roach of any
...

The joint chiefs had
in their undoubted wisdom
declared that war was
well...imminent, and now.
...

I ask you, where do you reside,
you words with meaning, do you hide
inside the dark, forbidden spots,
like beautiful forget-me-nots?
...

And people paused to listen.
So serious were the words.
'Breast Cancer claims so many lives,
we're looking for a cure,
...

When the waters receded
they returned to their home.
After all the excitement,
the stresses and the uncertainty
...