Herbert Nehrlich Poems

I ask you, where do you reside,
you words with meaning, do you hide
inside the dark, forbidden spots,
like beautiful forget-me-nots?
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A cactus, lonely in his pot
up on the sunny windowsill,
they watered him but he was not
a happy guy. Without the thrill
...

On the Vancouver Nainaimo Ferry
lounged in deck chairs Lamont and Sherrie.
It was late and the hour
for their afternoon shower
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....and way past midnight we were on our staggering way,
had happily spent every single cent.
On Friday nights no homework made us stay,
'cause weekends, all agreed there, simply meant
...

She was my favourite cousin,
barely ten,
and sleeping over.
I could not rest that night
...

Bush and Blair sat in the Dunny,
there discussing how much money
they could milk from those Iraquis
Blair said 'if we dress in Khakis
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And it just hit me, then and there.
I was, with saved-up cash today
buying the ticket to escape from there.
While counting she looked up
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The Forum War was raging hot
and missiles made of words
flew back and forth as some were shot
in vain the peaceful birds
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.......and thinking about it
when the time comes,
that all learnings
will converge
...

Nothing said. But,
trailing close behind you
is my farewell, though a bit late.
And when we meet again
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