Tottenham Poems - Poems about Tottenham

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...Time is up to the London devil Crack fiends roaming the streets on a next level Trying to get a fix from that genie bottle Kilos and ounces sold by forces Police can't touch anyone there just ing......Read the rest...

...Passion.com Spencer was pretty much down and out and just holding onto The rewards of a life serving country and oath to the Queen If not for eyesight diminished when a bombshell shredded hi......Read the rest...

...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 man......Read the rest...

...Homeless Alexander Why are you so bloody happy, Living in your cardboard box. Looking at life from street-level, Holes in your boots and socks. Hello Alexander, my old friend, Did you enjo......Read the rest...

...I The beggar outside the supermarket You swore was picked up later In a flashy car Sat there in the sun for 8 hours While you pissed & moaned All the way home To your bookless Mausoleum Wit......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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 st......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 to......Read the rest...

...When at five-thirty In the rubbed-eye haziness Of ferreting lonesome night walks The camera-eye refugee Asleep in the half wakefulness Of the hour Peers out of his high turbanned sockets: Hyde......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...