Hackney Poems - Poems about Hackney

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

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

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

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

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

...hackney ride flowers birth swimming pool alliance......Read the rest...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...Hey you! You’re a mum ‘Bout time you talked to your son Where was he last night? Came home, what a sight Lingering smoke ‘Bout time you sat down and spoke. He ain’t got a job Well dressed, ......Read the rest...