Herbert Nehrlich Poems

Churchbells remind me
to this day
of innocence and home.
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He looked in all his books,
consulted what he'd learned.
No answer, found by crooks.
His head, now crashed and burned
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It was a sorghum field,
the drought had done its thing,
until the final vital drop
had gone into the atmosphere
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Two boys, both blond and blue of eye
were playing at the Lorelei.
As foreign ships passed near the cliff
bold flags in morning frost were stiff.
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There is the family.
A dozen kids and more,
a husband second to
she thinks, a global bet,
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The fact that you wear a moustache
and float around with much panache
does not make you into the Kaiser
nor would it see you any wiser
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Dear God, forgive me, Sir I have not only sinned
I've lost my bible, maybe sold it at the sale,
I pray today because the label on these tinned
and Made In Norway small sardines do tell a tale.
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It matters not, my friend to me just who you are,
a reputation of acclaim preceded you,
like Doktor Faustus wearing robes, a modern Czar,
you make me shiver as I feel the secret dew.
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For years I wore a beard, it's now turned rodent gray,
the revelation came; a friend who is quite gay
suggested time would show more kindness to the face
and folks would welcome me, back to the human race.
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You say a man is never free
unless he likes polygamy.
Insatiable, keen to play?
Let me correct you if I may.
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