Your hands lingered as prints upon my mind.
I became a glove for your love.
I gave you time,
I gave you my tongue
so you could speak a moment of ecstasy.
You gave me Cauliflower cheese,
the only meal you could cook well.
Then when you were done
with my squishy love
you left on a bus, bound for West Ham,
left and did not wave back
from its people stuffed windows.
That was back then
when cakes were left out in the rain,
when poets wore bell-bottoms
when flower power flexed its stems
with blond muscle men.
No beaches in Tottenham,
the parks probably still are
municipal mud baths.
I recall it rained for days
in our love-stained apartment.
London often chooses
to live in small puddles of loneliness.
The mattress we had inherited,
survived to moan on and on.
Categories:
tottenham, poetry,
Form: Free verse
SPURSY
Picture a bride kissing the groom,
While Tottenham Hotspur watch us bloom.
Winning titles ain't their va va voom
Because that's definitely not Spursy,
Their club history is so topsy-turvy,
While our trophy cabinet is too stuffy,
Filled with a Club-World-Cup trophy
And lots of other prestigious trophies.
But Spurs belongs to the class of the Toffees.
When they ask what are your hobbies?
Tell 'em, winning titles ain't plausible
But losing to Chelsea is always possible!
Vick Manuel Poetry
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? November 2023.
Categories:
tottenham, 1st grade,
Form: Rhyme
Tottenham had no spine today
Often blitzed, without apparent apparel
Maybe too many stogie's behind the training shed
Figures of lampoon
How they fail
in the April of decline
Captain said the performance
was not good enough
The Cockerel has relented to Play
There's no vitality going forward
and the back four, butter by default
Categories:
tottenham, angst,
Form: Free verse
To me there is not justice in this world,
and no God awaiting us either.
So who, therefore, could freely harm an innocent soul,
and then each night sleep in peace for ever after?
For though many things that a man has done,
may well lie dormant through the passing years,
as if safe in a long-forgotten silence,
on some calm morning,
say in magic Spring,
with Nature beautiful and moving,
memories of scars on others that he made,
they will suddenly weep and break open,
sending shivers running down the spine
to haunt and torment with knowing.
And oh thus would that I,
from my cradle to my grave,
tried so not to have left on a person,
as in my goodbye to Pat,
the cuts of human pain,
and the hurt of my thoughtless actions,
when in truth I was crying out for the love she offered me,
even in the moment I last saw her.
Because your heart may never, ever, be given a chance again,
to express your regret to them and your deep sorrow.
Categories:
tottenham, emotions, feelings, hurt, innocence,
Form: Free verse
An odour of garlic
and it's raining
but
I don't think the two
are connected
it's probably a
coincidence.
Night birds in the tube train
and no vampires here to
drain my blood
which is a good thing
all things being considered.
I'm watching carefully
fully aware of how people
change
it's often heard on the
Central line
'All Change'
I'm safe for now
my cross
is constantly with me
He looks dangerous
with his meticulously
manicured nails
Frankenstein on the rails
monsters on the metropolitan
I'm getting off at Tottenham
Court
you ought to know that
by now.
Categories:
tottenham, travel,
Form: Rhyme
She's sat whistling
unusual?
but good
little red in the face
with a blue coat
and hood.
The big fellow with a moustache
cigarette ash on his lapel is
whistling as well.
A musical start to the day hits me
right in the heart,
this is the way that we rock.
Monday
a shock to the system and
weekends?
seems that I always missed them.
Mr green shoes
humming the Beiderbecke blues
I
know how he feels.
The lady in the corner seat
looks dead beat
fast asleep
no one disturbs her.
I'm standing as usual
and
when they say,
'all change'
I really want it to be
a game of musical chairs,
it never is though.
This tube carries my load
until I arrive at
Tottenham Court Road
and work begins.
Categories:
tottenham, angst, perspective, travel,
Form: Rhyme
Hey Jimmy, what is your story ?
Was your death private or gory ?
Why did you decide to die ?
What was the pain & what was the lie ?.
I see you were only twenty five
When you chose to kill your life
Where red dirt roads and wheat fields kiss
You chose to show the world your fist.
Your pain was greater than your assets
And idealic life from country aspect
Was Tottenham life not good enough ?
That caused your end to be so rough ?.
And though you lived in a prosperous state
couldn’t you talk to your closest mate ?
Your body here may still remain
I hope it brings a positive change.
While visiting family in Tottenham, Australia, and spending some time in the
outback, I found a monument to a man who committed suicide in an idealic
area where the cares of life seems kilometres away…
Categories:
tottenham, suicide,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
I was born in Green Valley, west of Liverpool, west of Sydney, Australia.
It's like being born in the Bronx, or Tottenham, or Shankhill, or Govan in Glasgow.
I might as well have been born there too.
Where those of Green Valley's DNA
Kiss the ground with a bent neck, and are proud to do so
When they look up, their face smears on the glass ceiling
But they can't feel it.
The only escape is a poor paying job
So they keep saying.
There is no door with a happy label on it,
Or a sign that says "this way to an improved life".
So here I am in Scotland.
I went through the unnamed door
I think it was called "risk".
It broke the glass ceiling.
Categories:
tottenham, change, class, faith, history,
Form: Light Verse
Let loose the whip
and tighten the lip
with its reasons for humble cause.
And I'm alight in darkened entries
shrugging my shoulders to warm
my picked pockets with another's
shoes.
Burning down the towered clouds
for the gas chamber streets,
why burn the bills
whilst flesh is still flamable?
And the crier rang out silently.
Could only make out the action,
of something she was trying desperately
the reasons of the destraction.
"You're too blind to make out colours
which have mixed to make brown.
Just a human illusion
of light under cover of sound."
The cobbles are disrupted
and yet its just another cup of tea
to watch on with, pathetically.
Categories:
tottenham, history, life, peace, people,
Form: Rhyme
A person shot dead,this how it unfolds
rioting and looting,electrcticals clothes and gold
Tottenham bore the first brunt,that came undone
and spread throughout the boroughs of London.
As i sit viewing the tabloids that brings
aireal shots fires destroying buildings
mindless youths as it spreads north
Leeds,Bristol,Birmingham to Liverpool and forth
People go homeless,shopkeepers go broke
no school for children,an absolute joke
we have soldiers in countries fighting wars
they are the unsung heroes fighting a cause
Ashamed to be English? to an extent
i have never seen anything like this event
what will go next Buckingham Palace?
one word from me being absolute " disgrace".
.
Categories:
tottenham, slam,
Form: Rhyme