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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The young man noticed the older couple walking toward him at a slow and labored pace
The older man clinging to the older woman…his arm around her waist.

They stopped along the water's edge…he gave her an embrace.
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He was about to become a father…yes, a child he would beget!
So he browsed through countless bookstores…and he surfed the internet.

He was searching for a book on parenting…because he didn't have a clue…
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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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