Herbert Nehrlich Poems

It was an early bird,
this straggler of the sun,
a ray of gold with millions
of teensie diamonds,
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I spent the morning
trying to remove
the heavy frame
of an old friend.
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It was cold in early December,
and so frozen their little feet
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She said I write Kitsch
this love of my High School days
I called her a witch.
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Down on their knees
they were, and tried
at varying degrees
and on the side
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A handsome, male, Canadian Goose
had, since that morning, rather loose
and frequent bouts of very runny......
you know, and no, it wasn't funny
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Tallebudgera, my kind of town,
a black community and sunburnt place.
At night it is the 'roos and hairy wombats
the daytime does belong to four-ex beer.
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The boy in the bed of his parents
a treat happened once in a year,
as he slept with the fragrance of mother
while his elders were drinking much beer.
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Have you, my friends of now and of the distant past
encountered better than the ordinary fare?
Or do you join me now in being quite aghast
about the travesty of humans, do you dare?
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And as fate quickly kills
I don't know if you can,
in this world and its ills
how a down to earth man
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