Herbert Nehrlich Poems

All the hootin' and tootin'
and the fancy fallutin
only shows that you mock
right from under your rock.
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A recalcitrant poetry critic
who was harsh and a bit analytic
was the colour of custard
but the hot taste of mustard
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Now the silence descends
like the Lady of Darkness.
Yet his eyes remain wide,
both remaining behind.
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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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In the forests of Uluru
fertile pebbles of Kangaroo poo
make the bunya trees thrive
and the bees in their hive
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A river always likes to flow
downhill - from up to down -
its water somehow seems to know
to find the nearest town.
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A poet wrote a lot of stuff
but no one liked to read it,
yet he had judged it good enough
and that's how he succeeded.
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Sending out an invitation
to attend a special meeting
where astute deliberation
is at home, however fleeting
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I fully realise, my Lord
that I have been to Venice
but if you would not mind
please hold your horses.
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Mediocrity
Is something quite elusive
For little low-lives.
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