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
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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Blue Boys

Blue Boys

Frozen in a field of time, grazing grass esteem,
blue boys out to play awhile, Wormwood Scrubs us clean,
smiling for that camera shot, celluloid pretence,
prisoners to Sunday's cool, praying time relents.

Stories when, so long ago, football stole my heart,
every waking weekend friend, crammed into a park,

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