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*** Barbed Wire Sunset By Paul Baldry Brick dust in the air, A setting sun, bloodied sky, Boys behind the wire. Hope hangs, a tattered flag, torn By a wind of weary grief. Petrol Rain By Paul Baldry Cobblestones slicked black, A sudden downpour of rage, Molotov's fiery kiss. Faces masked, fear is a shroud, Whispers lost in siren's wail. Mothers' Vigil By Paul Baldry Empty chairs at home, While daughters search shadowed streets, Seeking missing sons. A rosary, clutched tight, beads Telling tales of silent loss. On Patrol By Paul Baldry Green hills watch us pass, Boots heavy on cobbled street, Eyes scan every face. A child's glare, a whispered word, Peace feels a world away now. Soldier's Silence By Paul Baldry Young man, far from home, Gun held tight, heart full of fear, Orders must be kept. A scream echoes in the night, Silence becomes a burden. Aftermath By Paul Baldry Walls still bear the scars, Of anger etched deep in stone, Flags flutter defiant. The guns are quiet, they say, But memory still echoes. Bandit Country By Paul Baldry Green hills watch us pass, Crossmaglen's heart, a silent Glower in the fog. Boots heavy on the cold stone, Whispers follow in the air. Armoured Patrol By Paul Baldry Saracen's rumble, Cutting through the silent streets, Eyes search every door. A child stares, face filled with fear, Lost innocence in the grey. Border Patrol By Paul Baldry Borderland is tense, A rifle held, a strained gaze, Waiting for the blast. Another day the same fear, Will peace ever come to stay? Checkpoint Dusk By Paul Baldry Grey stone, shadowed walls, A checkpoint's cold, watchful eye, Halts a weary road. Whispers of the past linger, Fear hangs heavy in the air. Border Vigil By Paul Baldry Green hills, sliced by line, A patrol's slow, measured tread, Each step tense and brief. The land, a battleground deep, Peace a fragile, distant hope. Eyes on the Corner By Paul Baldry Stone cottages still, Eyes watch from behind the lace, Every move we take. Suspicion is bred in the soil, Crossmaglen waits, hushed and dark.
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Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 5:49 AM UTC
Poems Themed on British Army's Role During the Troubles
*** Barbed Wire Sunset By Paul Baldry Brick dust in the air, A setting sun, bloodied sky, Boys behind the wire. Hope hangs, a tattered flag, torn By a wind of weary grief. Petrol Rain By Paul Baldry Cobblestones slicked black, A sudden downpour of rage, Molotov's fiery kiss. Faces masked, fear is a shroud, Whispers lost in siren's wail. Mothers' Vigil By Paul Baldry Empty chairs at home, While daughters search shadowed streets, Seeking missing sons. A rosary, clutched tight, beads Telling tales of silent loss. On Patrol By Paul Baldry Green hills watch us pass, Boots heavy on cobbled street, Eyes scan every face. A child's glare, a whispered word, Peace feels a world away now. Soldier's Silence By Paul Baldry Young man, far from home, Gun held tight, heart full of fear, Orders must be kept. A scream echoes in the night, Silence becomes a burden. Aftermath By Paul Baldry Walls still bear the scars, Of anger etched deep in stone, Flags flutter defiant. The guns are quiet, they say, But memory still echoes. Bandit Country By Paul Baldry Green hills watch us pass, Crossmaglen's heart, a silent Glower in the fog. Boots heavy on the cold stone, Whispers follow in the air. Armoured Patrol By Paul Baldry Saracen's rumble, Cutting through the silent streets, Eyes search every door. A child stares, face filled with fear, Lost innocence in the grey. Border Patrol By Paul Baldry Borderland is tense, A rifle held, a strained gaze, Waiting for the blast. Another day the same fear, Will peace ever come to stay? Checkpoint Dusk By Paul Baldry Grey stone, shadowed walls, A checkpoint's cold, watchful eye, Halts a weary road. Whispers of the past linger, Fear hangs heavy in the air. Border Vigil By Paul Baldry Green hills, sliced by line, A patrol's slow, measured tread, Each step tense and brief. The land, a battleground deep, Peace a fragile, distant hope. Eyes on the Corner By Paul Baldry Stone cottages still, Eyes watch from behind the lace, Every move we take. Suspicion is bred in the soil, Crossmaglen waits, hushed and dark.
These poems trace the British Army’s presence during the Troubles, where duty, fear, and fractured communities met on narrow streets and border roads. Through quiet moments and sudden violence, they reflect soldiers and civilians bound by tension, loss, and endurance—capturing not politics, but the human weight carried in silence, memory, and uneasy watchfulness.
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