Jim Yerman Poems

She loved to dream when she was young…
on starlight and moonbeams…
She'd sit alone…let out a sigh…
close her eyes…and dream…
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The new girl entered the classroom…
and though the students were informed
They could not help but stare at her…
her features were deformed.
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He wrote her a host of love songs…sweet words he would employ
that showed her what was in his heart…that filled her heart with joy.

He loved to make his words dance… he loved to make her see
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What can we say to someone with cancer?
How can we brighten their day?
As they're beginning their frightening journey what in the world can we say?
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As I've watch people give and take advice here is something I've perceived…
Advice needs to be sincere when it is given and humble when it's received.

I believe advice should cascade from ones lips like a snowfall to the young
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On their 50th anniversary I was curious
so I asked them, what sparked their love and why…

"When I looked at her I saw my future." Grandpa said…
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When it is dark upon the ocean
and the water misbehaves…
once the torrent settles
we might find
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She died…our friend…it's been three years now…
and we still wonder why.
Why was she chosen?
Why her?
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The sky was filled with clouds today they hugged the mountains…hanging low…
As a breeze picked up and the leaves were falling…I stopped to enjoy the show.

As I watched the clouds move across the sky…sometimes independently…sometimes intertwined…
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How wondrous is our heart…it performs a Herculean feat
by bringing us to life…when it begins to beat.

How enduring is the heart...it keeps beating even when we're asleep.
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