Jim Yerman Poems
|1041.||The Golden Rule||1/6/2014|
|1042.||The Corner Bookstore||3/31/2014|
|1043.||A Smiling Flower||10/31/2016|
|1044.||The Philosophy Of Cloud||6/28/2017|
|1045.||Like A Wildflower||5/31/2018|
|1046.||Toilet Paper And Marriage||1/13/2014|
|1049.||Good Vs Evil?||6/25/2014|
|1051.||The Misunderstood Pun||10/29/2013|
|1052.||Chocolate Chip Day||5/15/2014|
|1053.||When I Was Young||5/30/2014|
|1054.||Don'T Worry, Be Happy||1/3/2014|
|1056.||We Don't Have To Say Goodbye||12/3/2016|
|1057.||A Crooked Old Tree||1/20/2014|
Comments about Jim Yerman
I recently ran across a list Deborah and I created long ago
It contained the dreams for our perfect house...our ideal bungalow.
We called it our North Carolina Love Nest and it was to be our creed
For we thought, on this paper, we listed everything we'd need.
Everything to keep us contented, our personal honeycomb
Everything our minds could think of...to make a happy home.
We were young and innocent back then...and our dreams...unlimited and grand
But despite our best intentions...life didn't go the way we planned.
You see we never built our dream ...
Angels In The Trees
I've always believed angels can speak to us.
They speak in voices soft but clear.
If we take the time to listen.
If we take the time to hear.
And I use to believe angels were skittish,
unwilling to be seen…day or night.
Happy to watch over and protect us
while remaining just out of sight.