Long Kensington Poems

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is everyone from Barking  Barking mad?
Does everyone In Lambeth do the Lambeth walk?
Is Leicester Square In Leicester?
Is The Elephant And Castle a place where they hide Elephants?
Is Oxford Street in Oxford?
And Paddington a bear?
Highgate...

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"Addiction"      
WrittenBy: Billy Malloy.. 

Addiction how can you sentence me ? Who are you my judge ?.. i got Habits not leaving , nope wont even budge...William Malloy, that's my...

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Lyle Cosgrove had worked the Silver Queen
for two years now, ever since he had left
family drama back in Ohio,
he had simply left his home and moved west.

He made a living as a gambler,
had spent months...

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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 learned life lessons from emotions of death being beat, in...

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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 me,
I feel within my heart,
All the feelings and emotions,
Never felt...

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The Night Glenfell

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

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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 of the great centres 
Of the London Mod movement, 
But...

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"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, what I'd do for a warm comforter right now. Zombies...

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The Boy from the Tail End of the Goldhawk Road

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The Boy from the Tail End of the Goldhawk Road

I was born Carl Robert Halling at the tail end of the Goldhawk Road which runs through...

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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 we were able to hold our own before 
And keep...

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Exhilaration runs thorough every pore.
With time’s wisdom, my doubts have vacated,
My eyes have opened like never before.
New discoveries keep me elated.

The Kensington rune stone I learned today
May have been carried by the Norse blood line,
Along...

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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 drink my wine
Politicians dig my earth
None will level on the...

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I am a poet, an artist, a writer
A lover of humanity
This poem I write is about the Grenfell tower story.

Kensington,Kensington
What have you done
Blood stains and tears are scrolled upon your veins.

For a dollar , a...

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*This poem was written for "Kensington Avenue Poetry Contest, Anthony Biaanco, sponsor, July 20, 2025

KENSINGTON'S LAMENT
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Her city streets are grey and worn, with a denim sky overhead. Birdsong trickles out in fractured waves, as if...

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They come with pockets full of sunshine,
yellow pills like dying stars,
scattered along Kensington’s broken spine—
this avenue of hollow breaths and burnt-out dreams.

Neon signs flicker in the fog of dusk,
their glow mocking the dim light
in glassy...

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Written: June 23, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco

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Growling, arguing, cursing, and screams, 
They nod to chase after a...

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You see we were able to hold our own before 
And keep the wolves from our own front door
But this we are now struggling to do since your 
Husband and his party changed the rules

This...

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Dear Mr Politician why can’t you see
The destruction and chaos in your own country
Kensington Philadelphia
The big black hole
Desperate for help
For its lost troubled souls

Sitting on a footpaths
Filth all around
Searching for a vein
That cannot be found

Homeless,...

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...The two men confirmed Fred went for his gun,
and the captain just let the whole thing be,
Lyle got up and walked out to the deck,
in the fresh air he felt able to breath.

He paced up...

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I share a tent with three people I just met a day ago
skid row
I know my family wonders where I'm at
How I could just pick up everything and leave like that
I just felt that I've...

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A DRUG ADDICT'S LAMENT

KENSINGTON AVE IS WHERE I FIX
A PLACE WHERE LADIES PLY THEIR TRICKS
BUT UNDERSTAND THERE IS A FEE
KENSINGTON AVE IS NEVER FREE

WALKING NOW I’VE GOT THE SHAKES
GET THERE SOON IS ALL IT TAKES
THE...

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The wheels of the chaotic times churn for them
the sands of crushed dreams in the desert of desiccated life,
settling frenzied on the unstratified fragile structure 
of the disorganized dunes of desolate existence.

The sequestered moments of...

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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 activist 
Words are my calling
There is something about poems
That I...

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Where is this? Are we on Mars?
America – just count the stores,
capitalist carnivores.
That so-familiar movie score,
the swish of passing cars.

The city built on Brotherly Love
(Wells Fargo, Fitch and Abercrombie)
at the mercy of Pam Bondi
- was...

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