Hackney Poems - Poems about Hackney

Hobson's Choice - A Verbal Paradox

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Thomas Hobson (1544 –1631)
in 19th century late
a Cambridge ostler and postal carrier
set his priorities straight
he owned a livery stable
of 40 Hackney horses or more
plus boots brid...

Voices of the dead

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Walk, walk in a cemetery. Old and imposing necropolis. In Hackney.
Poe lived here, in this amazing main district.
Walk, walk. Silent...
You don't hear the voices of the dead, no, never
They tel...

The Fly

...NOTE: Some of you seemed to enjoy my stories from the past. Of course, posting this in the story folder is tantamount to burying it six feet under, as you know, so I'm posting it here. I understand t...

Accent

...No accent comes with an ace 
Or perfect words' tones at place
It doesn't assume a good act
Or speech determining lie or fact
Does it make one wise like ants?
Growing impact in their solemn chant...

On-Off Old Glance Flashing Its Hint

...I gat no ing job
All I do is place a daring bet
Sometimes I hit the big stone with my toe
While if luck gat my back, it catapults me like a jet

Madness permits corncob 
Yet remain hopeful to h...

Emptiness

...Once in a while my brainpan looks alike
a hackney carriage full of hackneyed clichés
and tired words. In times like this, my psych
advised the psycho to unharness wishes,
to burn the carriage dow...

Two Line Sen

...hackney ride
flowers birth swimming pool alliance...

Glue Bill Whar Ming Dublin Down

...Court hiss sea hove The Irish Times,
     this hum mere ruck can bloke
kin esse spy climb mitt till impact
     desiccation ravaging with choke

hold thee aim rilled isle,
     which haint ok k...

Age Is But a Page

...You frowned at that fraudster called age, 
The fiend that lets no one sleep light, 
In book of life age is a page. 

A child lets life a free passage, 
Flying off in a fancy flight, 
And this c...

That Hackney Flat

...Happiness, over-rated
in the lizard of a soul
You call your own. 

And the trainee smiled
while I lusted after his
bottle of rosé. 

And undone, these white teeth
Clenching for London Smiles...

Mad

...Bun the feds dem coming str8 from the lava ground
A young brother moving mad cause I brown
I hate the police force their all full if pricks
They had the audacity to call the authorities
Bun that ...

Ghettos and Garrisons

...Ghetto people, where ghetto people
North, south, east and west, its ghetto
Ghetto’s and garrisons, we have to live with it
From the cold hearted streets, you got to deal with it
Born and raised i...

To Myself Softly

...Sir where may I drive you 
With your finery and trappings
To the world renowned palace
So high in the rankings

And what do you do there 
For you plainly are princely
I order activity 
Of cir...

Train 20

...Its been taken,lost, buried.
Non existent
The ashes crushed and grey gather in my palms
A faded pretty picture 
The sweetest ... Bitter
A wisp of memory brushes past 
Caught by my the strands o...

Dickensian Time

...In Dickensian time 
Upon sunset hour
Overshadowing Thames
Is London Tower
Blackened cobble streets
Shimmer in the rain
Big Ben at Westminster
Chimes an eight bells refrain

At Euston Station...

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