Herbert Nehrlich Poems

The Cantadora came as it was custom,
at night to tell about the flock abandoned.
It seems the sheep had left their shepherd,
not through a sense of loss or even want.
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I'm pretty sure, my girl
that your unconscious
and my unconscious
do want to get together.
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Two lions lounged down by the river,
just finishing their zebra liver.
While chewing still, one lion mentioned
that this noon meal, though well-intentioned,
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No, my friends and enemies,
(I do not like that word) ,
this is by no means an appeal
and nothing you have heard
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'What a nice guy',
were the thoughts
that hung around
my early morning
...

There was a coldness in her eyes,
though all her words were flowing freely.
'I love you so and never will
abandon you or let you go.'
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When my favourite Aunt,
you know the name,
had settled back in bed
to rest and contemplate,
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He was old. Even for an oak tree.
So ancient that he could not remember
which wars had ended one way or else
and when he saw his first belcher of smoke,
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I found an aphrodisiac
that helps the poet think
so when you find a certain lack
or teet'ring on the brink
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Not a whisper is heard
nor a shadow be seen.
When she gave me the word
it was vicious and lean.
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