Herbert Nehrlich Fire Poems

Only forty more sleeps
and then Santa will come
with the bells and the beeps
and the presents for some.
...

It was so fulminating.
A fire burned within
from spindly kindling
and a breath of air
...

It was decided that the shed
- an eyesore - had to go,
so, after rolling out of bed
at 5, I'd start the show.
...

It was his first, and smuggled in at that,
the Commies hadn't yet approved of things
that made the forces of free market grow.
Blue Jeans, they said were just a symbol,
...

There was an awkwardness, a clumsiness
about the manner it had chosen to progress
through simmering heat of what is called Death Valley,
while dreaming of the Napa Valley and its wine.
...

And the nectar flowed
mixing with his mayonnaise
spicy polonaise.
...