Jerry Waterfields Poems

‘Cold do you have any reason
For smitting me' she cries.

The cold tears through the London night
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The sky is bright
With a faint light
Engulfing the atmosphere
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I was once a strong woman
Able and fair. To the farm I would go
And produced my upkeep.
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Come sweet beauty, come; sun's pride, may your beauty
Never tire me, like fresh wine to wineskin.
Pour to overfill your sweet drills over me.
Let the thrill of your aloes rinse me like seas.
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A child is born where the monkey wildly swings
And reveals the sweet earthiness of beauty.
Atop the strings with human breath, he flings
In a land strange and far, yet near and dear.
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I would rather the company of darkness
Than be with you because, it doesn't talk.
At least it is honest, it bares its pangs.
You pretend hard to be what you are not
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I
Queen of May
Scent of Spring
Noble maid
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