Herbert Nehrlich Poems

I hope your hands
will always be for
me to hold.
And, if they are
...

I always have liked soccer.
Such a rough game.
Such skills required.
And popular.
...

There was a little bumblebee
he went down on his bumble knee
and told the queen that he was gay
this message caused her much dismay
...

I was not looking when you found me
you stopped just long enough to smile.
I felt your presence all around me
and hoped that you would stay awhile.
...

He pulled the trigger
on that noisy morning
in the Bunker of Berlin.
The pages of Mein Kampf,
...

A limerick can be rather funny
when the syllables are on the money.
But when none of it fits
it can give you the shits
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'Yes', she uttered.
It was 1966, home turf,
when standing, tipsy
on the muddy banks
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Hand in hand
hand in it
it in hand
it in it.
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I stopped right at the scene of tragedy.
She stood, head bowed, long neck, wings drooping,
and motionless until she saw my face.
Damn, it was obvious, he had been truly slaughtered,
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He crouched in front of all his books,
ten thousand and a few
he looked at his certificates
one hundred, none were new.
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