Best Kensington Poems

"Sweet child in time,
you'll see the line
the line that's drawn between
good and bad"

Having cold sweats again in this godforsaken ninety degree heat. Shivering uncontrollably. God,...

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Years of silence I can't recall 
Tears I pant on the scrawled wall
Clothes worn in an open cell
Souls torn, drowning in smitten well

Costumes worn by...

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"KENSINGTON" 
Written By: Billy Malloy
 I choose the path of the lonely, bitter and obsolete, I picked up survival techniques to make ends meet, I...

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Yesterday, in bright sunlight
I turned and looked
No shadow, what a fright
Am I a ghost? So I pinched

Awakening from my dream
At the break of dawn
Getting ready...

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The Boy from the Tail End of the Goldhawk Road

1.

The Boy from the Tail End of the Goldhawk Road

I was born Carl Robert Halling at...

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My heart runs faster than elevated trains passing by.
It is all because this Spanish sweetheart has caught my eye.
As I walk past the rows of...

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Thailand,
Or Kensington?
Tinfoil from a Kit-Kat,
Tells you that there’s no difference,
Outside,

Cocaine,
Ammonia,
Old Martell miniature,
A Bic lighter; a mound of ash,
Bangkok?

Fly south
Like Garuda,
Drift off to Koh Samui,
A Beach...

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A single rose was silenced


Floriated chorales resound in Kensington


For Mr. Brian Strand's:
Spaces...

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I was born at the tail end of the Goldhawk Road
Which runs through Shepherds Bush 
Like an artery, 
And in the mid 1960s,
Served as one...

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"There must be some kinda way to find out here"
Said the seeker to the stealer
"There's too much confusion
I'm struggling to be the reveal"

"Conglomerate men, they...

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I am not a fan
Nor am I a voter
I am just a poet
Definitely not a quitter.

You can say I am creative
But I am not an...

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The Night Glenfell

         A summer solstice candle breezing midst the twilight air  
   ...

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(Part 5 of 5)

And no more your kids will get a chance above mine 
Because at my work I’ve never even met the bosses

You see...

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On Kensington Avenue, under the railway,
Her stage is a paperboard box.
The sounds of North Philly provide the applause.
Her venue’s the school of hard knocks.
At the...

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Waking up in my room,
My sanctuary,
My piece of mind,
Yet all I see is red.
The dream, the scarf, the woman,
The mystery of each. 
She calls to...

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