Jerry Pike

Rookie - 3 Points (Harrow, London, England)

Jerry Pike Poems

1. Cigarette Smoke 2/18/2007
2. Blue Boys 2/18/2007
3. Hey, I Love You 2/18/2007
4. Nothing 3/28/2007
5. Tomorrow's World 5/14/2007
6. I Sent A Man The Sea 8/1/2007
7. I Met Jesus 8/14/2007
8. The Rain 8/15/2007
9. The 8/25/2007
10. Where Are The Singing Angels? 8/27/2007
11. Untaped 9/6/2007
12. Cold Feet 9/20/2007
13. Are You Speeding? 10/14/2007
14. Here We Are At Zero 6/23/2007
15. The Clay Box 6/24/2007
16. Riders 6/27/2007
17. Ridges 6/30/2007
18. I Don'T Remember 7/12/2007
19. A Square Of Soft Words 7/13/2007
20. Three Pictures 11/4/2007
21. Silence 11/26/2007
22. Spitfire Tales 11/29/2007
23. Routes 1/20/2008
24. Fancy Dress 1/25/2008
25. His Eyes 1/29/2008
26. Dreams 1/31/2008
27. Tea Lessons 2/16/2008
28. Mercy-Duffy 2/18/2008
29. I'M A Pig 2/19/2008
30. Jerusalem 2/22/2008
31. Tomorrow 3/12/2008
32. Bandstand 5/1/2008
33. Tunes! 5/5/2008
34. Turn Left You Idiot! 6/1/2008
35. I'Ve Not Seen You At All 6/10/2008
36. And I Won'T Cry 6/21/2008
37. These Aren'T A Few Of My Favourite Things 6/29/2008
38. That Man Above 7/3/2008
39. Rush Goalie 7/17/2008
40. Signs 5/18/2008

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Best Poem of Jerry Pike

A Late Bird

A late bird, your song flutters, heart to heart.
I see notes hanging from telephone wires,
then falling softly into the deep grass.
And I lay there, staring out of this world,
into another’s sky, where perhaps you might
be laying, and I ask, who are you?
Over and over, and we drift,
making people out of wishes,
filling skies with cherry blossom
and fancy silken hopes, misplacing spilt dreams,
then throwing a coat down to hide them,
not quite sure who will step on
into the future, and who will sink
out of sight, below that rising heaven.

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Cigarette Smoke

Cigarette Smoke

In the grass by my right hand a cigarette lays,
so I watched as the fumes wove the breeze,
and tobacco turned ash, in the blink of an eye,
gone as life, up in smoke, through the trees.

On the green where I lay, in say fifty years time,
contemplating or writing their dreams,

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