Jim Yerman

Gold Star - 8,299 Points [Jim]

Jim Yerman Poems

1. A Country Song 10/18/2013
2. I Do 10/19/2013
3. Faces Of Courage 10/20/2013
4. The Cemetery Of The Heart 10/27/2013
5. The Christmas Tree 11/2/2013
6. Changing Of The Leaves 11/3/2013
7. The Speed Limit 11/4/2013
8. Painting Project 11/7/2013
9. Together 11/9/2013
10. Old Jokes 11/10/2013
11. A Simple Lesson 11/13/2013
12. Words 11/14/2013
13. Memory 11/18/2013
14. Who Am I? 11/19/2013
15. The Evolution Of Camping 11/27/2013
16. Happy Thanksgiving 11/28/2013
17. Mysterious Ways 11/29/2013
18. Destiny 11/30/2013
19. Christmas Shopping 12/1/2013
20. The Best Christmas Tree We Ever Had 12/2/2013
21. Things That Don'T Make Any Sense 12/3/2013
22. A New Generation Of Granparents 12/4/2013
23. Our First Thanksgiving Dinner 11/20/2013
24. Our Second Thanksgiving Dinner 11/21/2013
25. What Might Have Been 11/22/2013
26. A Choice Every One Of Us Can Make 11/23/2013
27. You Didn'T Have To Swear 12/6/2013
28. There Is No Reasoning With A Fool 12/7/2013
29. Echoes 12/9/2013
30. # My Philosophy 12/10/2013
31. Is This Progress? 12/13/2013
32. The Wings Of Time 12/14/2013
33. Innocence 12/15/2013
34. 12 Days 12/21/2013
35. From Mrs. Smith To Betty Crocker 12/22/2013
36. I Heard The Willow Weep 12/23/2013
37. Merry Christmas Eve 12/24/2013
38. Merry Christmas 12/25/2013
39. Happy December 26 12/26/2013
40. Killer Squirrels? 12/27/2013
Best Poem of Jim Yerman

A Crooked Old Tree

There was once an ancient Chinese philosopher sitting under a crooked old tree
Who spoke on the subject of judging others, and how we need to think differently.

“When this tree was younger, ” he said, “it caused many people to gape
It was covered with bulges and its trunk and branches were contorted way out of shape.

Master carpenters, the ones who use wood in the ships and the homes they create
Were not looking for wood that was twisted, they needed their wood to be straight.

When they looked at the gnarly and misshapen branches displayed in this crooked old ...

Read the full of A Crooked Old Tree

The Mirror

When I look into the mirror I’m appalled at what I see
I do not recognize that person who is looking back at me.

I know I’m better looking, you can be assured of that.
I wonder, then, who this is, who I am looking at?

I know I look much younger and I certainly have more hair
So I can’t possibly be that person looking at me over there.

[Report Error]