Herbert Nehrlich Poems

All prunes are plums
all plums not prunes,
the sound of drums
and healthy tunes
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Hung out to dry in ridicule
is she who imitates a fool.
Ignored by all, attracting laughter
for now and then and the hereafter.
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A birthday comes but once a year,
the day remains the same.
But let me make it crystal clear:
When they picked out your name,
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They say that blind men hear the falling snow
and smell the pheromones of puberty,
there is a wonderful and lasting glow
beneath the eyes of those with an infirmity.
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They had, two human beings
transported him out to the edge
of Laramie, Wyoming. That night.
And, after taking his few bucks
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You pain has reached the depth
inside the inner core.
It drives you mad and wild
be strong my precious child.
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Jim had been operated on,
and was what they, with optimism,
call in recovery, back on the ward,
had telephone and operas of soap,
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A Mammogram may save
the life of one in many,
while slyly it creates
a killing field inside
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'Night, Mama, love you, ' 'I do too.'
I wake, some noise has just disturbed
my slumber, even Teddy
my bear and faithful friend at night
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At first I thought she waltzed,
but then I saw the error of
my observation powers.
She waddled, all that blubber,
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