Jim Yerman Poems

The heart it the universal symbol of love…across the world it is globally applied.
but I think it ought to be the circle…after all…the heart is just a circle…modified.

When we hug another person…when our thoughts surround someone we're thinking of
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9/11/2001
a day filled with sorrow, filled with anger…filled with regret
9/11/2001
A day many of us will ever forget…
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I can eat my favorite breakfast alone...
eggs cooked the way I've loved them all my life...
but breakfast always tastes a little better
when I eat...next to my wife.
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Where does luck originate in this unpredictable life of ours?
The ancients believed our destiny was influenced and even determined by the stars.

Perhaps they theorized with only a few planets…merely one moon and just one sun
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When she was a young girl she climbed into her mother's lap
and asked this question, so innocently…
"Momma, " she said, "I was wondering
will you ever stop loving me? "
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I've heard it said if you live in the past
the less future you have to enjoy…
yet, sometimes I long for the ‘good old days'…
back to the time I was just a boy…
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Wisdom was listening in one day
(She had nothing else to do)
As strength and gentleness were debating
which was the greater of the two.
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A FATHER, HIS CHILDREN AND BASEBALL

A father remembers years ago taking his children to the ballpark on a bright and sunny day.
They sat together in the stands and watched grown men at play.
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With this poem I begin to celebrate mothers…
their wonder, their compassion…their mystique…
I'm not waiting until Sunday however…
I'll be celebrating every day this week:
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The carols and stories of the Christmas season are something I adore
But I must confess I’m getting tired of Twas the Night Before...

Twas the night before Christmas and all though the hood
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