Herbert Nehrlich - P/H Blues

At first you look without success
inside the inbox, what a mess!
But no one sent you any news
so is it time for P/H Blues?
Then you wake up and do recall
that inboxes are not at all
the only place you ought to peek
if it is company you seek.
Go to the forum, look around
you'll find dull Rupert and the Hound
and some who are ashamed to show
their true identities, you know.
Then, when you get so sad and bored
just knowing that you are ignored
you saunter to the page where some
post poems, half of which are dumb.
But, worry not, you'll always find
the fruits of a poetic mind.
And, like a veil that's lifted high
you kiss the P/H Blues good bye,
and within minutes you're immersed
in stanzas, rhymed or loosely versed.
You see the brilliance, all its worth
and wish you'd seen the actual birth.
Each poem as it starts to live
and takes its breath with which to give
itself some immortality
was made by a proud entity
and like a child craves human nods
and in the end, beats all the odds.
How dare those who will judge with eyes
another's skin, and spread new lies
it pays to smile at every creature
but you must be your only teacher.

Herbert Nehrlich

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