Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Wakey, Wakey, it is five,
covers yanked while you're not looking.
Time to stretch and feel alive,
in the oven bread is cooking.
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I have a friend who is a cowboy,
he flies fast jets for Uncle Sam,
persuaded me to come along
'twas a Sunday in September.
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I had a dream last night.
It was a dream in vivid colours.
A satisfying dream.
A dream of justice and
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Those who can they say
do, but those who can't my friend
they sit back and teach.
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Today I tried.
Again and again.
To jump over my own shadow.
Each time I jumped
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The avian flu may worry you.
I'd like to tell you what to do.
The virus has not yet evolved
they talk about a problem solved
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Dungbeetles eat it.
It fertilises gardens.
Smells to high heaven.
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She looked out of the window
of the Seattle RTD, the freeway flyer.
I left the transit lane to have a look
when daydream mode was switched
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Come out, come out, wherever you are
are you clever and shout happy drinks in the bar?
I've been looking for you in the closet ten times
even sang all our songs and those nursery rhymes,
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They had agreed, in fact it was a pledge.
To honour all commandments, also those
they still were unaware of. Near the edge
was, on her left, (he rested in a pose)
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