Irwin Mercer

    Poems by Irwin Mercer

  • The Perfect Little Town

    • Published: May 2017
    Appearances Can Be Deceiving

    in Short Sad Poems

    The little town was the perfect little town,
    Where never would you see even one little frown.
    No matter where you'd go around town to stroll,
    There were perfect little houses, all in a perfect row.

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  • A Winter Eve

    • Published: May 2017
    Poem About A Peaceful Evening Snow

    in Winter Poems

    The crunching snow beneath my feet
    Breaks the silence of the winter eve.
    I hear the patter of beginning sleep
    On my evening stroll, as others sleep.

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  • Those Perilous Hours

    • Published: May 2017
    Consumed By Fear

    in Faith Poems

    Where do you go when the cold wind blows,
    and you're lost in the woods at night?
    The snowflakes fall and a lone wolf howls,
    and your soul's consumed by fright.

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  • A Simple Plan

    • Published: May 2017
    A Simple Way To Live Your Life

    in Meaningful Poems

    Simple Sam was a simple man.
    He lived each day by a simple plan.
    Enjoy your life and live while you can.
    Make each day count and take a stand.

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  • The Man In The Jar

    • Published: September 2014

    in Short Funny Poems

    I once knew a man who lived in a jar.
    For a stranger sight you'd have to go far.
    I asked him once why he lived in a jar.
    He grimaced and said, how bizarre you are.

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    I LOVE strangeness, the bizarre, the absurd... thus, this is right up my bowling alley!

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