Herbert Nehrlich Poems

He had just celebrated,
with kindred friends and spirits
his seventieth.
The guests now gone
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He stayed inside her
until the borders opened
beloved Poland.
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There was an election in Rome,
and it was a true epitome.
But they all carried knives
in their piteous lives,
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The officer who would not like the name of borderguard,
took his green passport, open at the photo page.
Flipping his fingers while one eye was kept on Mitch,
and chewed a wad of chewing gum that threatened to escape
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It is time that I speak up for what they call America
for a people not appreciated much,
they are generous to all and help the needy near and far
millions gladly felt the good old Yankee touch.
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It was a comfortable chair, her son taped the arms for her.
Sitting by the window and watching real life unfold
in the magnifying mirrors attached to the half of
the half timber, screwed in tight and polished with spit,
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Aunt Hulda was a clever girl.
Her nose was borrowed from a hawk.
Her family called her a pearl,
and what she mainly did was talk.
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All of my poems have been marked down by multiples of 'one '.
If everyone here wants to stay in an environment like this so be it.

Are you guys real or just strange imitations?
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On water's edge she sat and cried,
so gently, no one saw.
And some time later came the tide
with strength and willful awe.
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The Farmer's Market, by the tracks
was where you'd buy from hornet's wax
to octopus and chestnut pie
all things that would be, to a guy
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