Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Hit Title Date Added
361.
Yes, Is It? (Haiku)

So, what is envy?
Is it the child of hatred,
or simply nothing?
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362.
Africa

Is it doomed
through pestilence
and poverty?
Is there
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363.
Splinter

She pulled it out,
pain is emotion
rigid and stout
full of devotion.
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364.
Touch

They say the best of tales
are never really told,
and that it never fails
that everyone gets old,
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365.
Pseudocognitive Lardies

Sometimes it is so unavoidable,
the size of him or her, so unbecoming,
a rather stupid looking head and face
perched on the very top (no neck)
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366.
That Godforsaken Day

She was, for many moons,
the velvet cover of the portals
inside my heart, there was,
majestically, the grand aorta,
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367.
Your Mother

I wonder if you know, you busy boy
how luck has favoured you, yes you were pampered.
She lives her life with functions so impaired
her toothless jaw set hard in stern determination.
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368.
Fat Of The Land

A person living off the land
would need to really understand
what he can eat and what's taboo
most people wouldn't have a clou.
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369.
Stew

A hippo chick
with walking stick
and hippie chook
were stalking Wook.
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370.
Reminiscing

Let's see now Herbie, some may call me that.
Permission granted to the genuine souls,
it started in the early fifties, Jesus, yes it did,
I'm looking back on a whole string of people,
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