Best Belfast Poems

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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