Belfast Poems - Poems about Belfast

OLD BELFAST No hooters belch and screech in the mornings anymore Industry has disappeared from the City’s working core The Factories have all closed their gates a long, long time ago Now silent shadows fill the space where workers used to go Steam cranes bow across the lough, an entry on a page Decayed tired buildings line the Docks, relics of...

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Back to Belfast I have been to the Ghetto thrice To Auschwitz twice And to Belfast once And to tell the truth Belfast is the winner of the weirdest places Where I’ve ever been But to be fair That was just before Good Friday- The peak of the peace process Deserted streets Walls dividing roads Flags aggressively hanging from windows Emblems that define their owners’ sympathy Plain buildings...

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BELFAST BAP I once had full a Belfast bap Then I had to go for a nap It's a pretty big munch If you have one for lunch It certainly gives hunger a zap!...

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SHOPPING IN BELFAST (70s Style) Hundreds of shuffling feet, herded like Cattle, through the big iron gates to the city Centre Through to the freezing sheltered holding area with its grey block walls and long protruding metal posts which hold up the roof The wind drives the rain, cold, cold rain, which drums a rhythm on the...

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He was a Catholic, my man not me, I'm C of E but they shot him, my man He did not help the IRA no way Quietly working at his job his way We were a family, 2 girls, 2 boys us 4 No cash to spare when they demanded more They beat him up when coming home and by the churchyard shot him all alone It may be peace...

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Come hold my hand and tell me lies Infuse the hate and woe betide Tooth for a tooth, pluck out their eyes A soldiers duties exercised Let's kill the child, from the inside The spirits of the netherworld Scream loudly to be freed Within this world of politics This cage of hate and greed I'm right you're wrong You're wrong I'm right Whose turn is...

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Milltown, Shawsbridge in the 1980's... When the sun had possession of the season and tarmac was treacled by the temperature. When we went to war with the wasps and ventured wide eyed in 'the planties' to the roped thrall of commandoland. Back when 'mr freeze pops' and 'cherry coke' was our sustenance against the beating...

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Where the gallows once stood and souls met their demise. Where the gatherings scowled and dead eyes met the ground. Where the guilty paid homage as corruptness prevailed. Where divinity withered and turmoil was praised. Where the merriment beamed as they killed in his name. A preacher now rants pon' these cold bricks of shame....

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The streets of the Irish north Separated by faith Different religions In our human race During the troubles Through the bullets and bombs Sectarian violence Engulfed in their wrongs Soldiers and factions In wanton maim Left this proud country In blood red stain Years have passed As the peace accord lives No more slaughter Where life was once sieved Tomorrow, there after No more feuding campaigns For the Belfast Child, sings again Inspired...

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