Herbert Nehrlich Poems

'You seem to have, '
I said to her, sincerely,
'Chinese-like eyes
when you are fretting,
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A balmy breeze
had hitched a ride
with early dusk
and whispered to
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I was so tired when we landed
two hours more at Honolulu,
before the onward flight departs
Vancouver, I can hardly wait.
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'Hepatomegaly, my friend',
the doctor said to the recluse,
'will turn cirrhosis in the end,
lay off that godforsaken booze.'
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Ahhhhhhh, the sound of bliss and comfort
escapes my worn and pale-blanched lips,
first having passed those miracles of craft,
such handsome specimens, so lovingly created
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To those who drink I say (in vain)
they ought to (if they could) refrain
from glycerated wine from Spain
as well as liquor made from grain.
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Is it an empty space,
a hole so dark, invisible
or could it be
that rotten gas
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A small and green but drunken frog
sat in the evening on his log.
He contemplated there on life
and wished he had a green frog wife.
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So they sat on a beach, in reflection
talked of medicine's fatal direction.
Disagreement set in
when she said with a grin
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Silently, with awkward patience, leads the clock's metallic hand,
round and round, to all its stations, twelve in number, still and bland.
Take your eyes now off the action, tend your garden or your home
quickly slips another fraction, OFF, why not a metronome?
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