Jim Yerman Poems

The inspiration for today's poem…I found beneath my feet…
as I began my walk this morning…in a guitar stain on the street.

Last night we attended a concert at a friends house…where we sat off in the wings…and listened to Walter Parks serenade us…tells us stories…and coax his guitar to sing.
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I picked up my old high school yearbook from on the shelf where it has stood for many years and when I opened it I thought…it smelled like childhood.

Browsing through its pages I found, much to my delight, how my old f friends and even I looked good in black and white.
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I was blessed to officiate at our son (Ryan's) and his now wife (Amy's) wedding yesterday…the only person at the wedding who was turned the other way.

From my unique perspective I was acutely and proudly aware
of Amy…of Ryan…of our families…and of all their friends and families seated there.
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One man searched for happiness.
He traveled far and wide.
He wanted to experience happiness
at least once...before he died.
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As we visited our youngest grandson in his first year of college…a college close to the ocean…I must admit…the two of us…were filled with mixed emotions.

Our minds were happy seeing he's grown into a fine young man…more confident and stronger…while our hearts were a little more melancholy…wishing he had remained a child just a little longer.
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Our Christmas plans are finalized…this year we will celebrate…
our Christmas not on Christmas…but December 28.

Our family has some Christmas traditions that when we blended together we created…
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We marched for peace again on Sunday…and from the very start….
Lup-dup…lup-dup…lup-dup
our footsteps on the ground made the sound of a beating heart.
Lup-dup…lup-dup…lup-dup
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Life is like a pendulum…rhythmically swinging to and fro…
it swings back and forth through opposing forces wherever we may go.

Nothing ever stays the same…our world is in a constant sway…
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One of the fringe benefits of working in a rare book bookstore is I get to hold and see…books that were published in the 1890's…books twice as old as me!

More often than not in these rare old books I've come to understand
when I open the cover I'm going to find a dedication…written by someone's hand.
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POEMS AND ROCKS

I believe it should be our mission while on the Earth…
to do our part to improve and to advance her….
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