Tag Archives: Irish Poet

Another Side

Another side
A wilder side
A side
Some may hate to know.

A selfish side
On a pleasure ride
A side
With no pride to show.

A side that breathes
It has its needs
Which leads
Where it probably shouldn’t go.

A side that feeds
On selfish deeds
Sets its greed
On what it doesn’t know.

Though it lacks in charm
It means no harm
As it thrives
On base and low.

It needs to act
Despite the impact
Rarely thinks
Just needs to know.

Ignoring reason
Justifies treason
Embracing a heathen
Leaving guilty feeling it’s pleased to know.

Now everything else
Preventing expression of self
Become jailers
It thinks the lowest of low.

For life is its right
It’ll do what it likes
In the end
It will be better to go.

When it’s released
And pleasure is seeked
It looks to feast
Among similar beasts.

© Daniel Breslin

The Best

Georgie Best
Now your soul’s at rest
We’ll remember you were blessed
With a footballing finesse.
It was a terrible sad day
When we heard you passed away
We know how you loved to play
We watched you fade away
It’s true to say
We would love to have you here today
Love to hear what you have to say
When you fell ill, many began to pray.
Such a shame
But we’ll never forget your name
We watched and felt your pain
When it’s addiction, it’s harder to blame.
You brought such happiness to the masses
‘That’s Georgie Best he’ll whip your asses’
Watch you fly down the wing
No regular guy, you were a King
Made so many people proud
When they say your name
Best believe they say it loud
Still proud
Hear the thanks from the crowd
Thanks for all you gave
Georgie Best, George the brave
Watch you skip past defenders
And all other contenders
That’s what everyone remembers
Will outlast all your benders.
Such a taste for living
All errors willed forgiven
A troubled soul
Put in a role
Lost control
But you stole
Many a person’s heart
Made football a living art
We all mourned when you had to part
So adored I shouldn’t start.

There’s so much to say
Say a little if I may
Nineteen forty-six
Produced a whole bag of tricks
We get so many kicks
From watching old Georgie flicks.
Filled us all with pride
When we watched you slide
And glide
The envy of every side.
A whole world adored ya
We’re never going to get bored of
Watching all your magic
Made football fans addicts
Made a whole world believe
With Georgie on your side
There was nothing you could’t achieve.
Put you on the field
Watch opponents getting peeled
Skinned
Move to the right and skip back in
Leave defenders staring at the wind.
Destined
To be a champion
Georgie, you can bank on him
‘We’d chant for him
As they’d try and stamp on him.’
But you were too quick
One trick, one flick
Two skip
One kick
Magic
You had it.
One goal
‘He’s on a roll’
See you score
Hear them roar
Another score
They’d roar for more.
‘Watch him twist and turn you’
George, you’re missed, we mourn you.

Through this sad bereavement
We’ll remember your achievements
What a great career
European footballer of the year
Played the game with a unique veneer
Created the atmosphere
They were screaming in the tiers
Screaming your name for years
The fifth Beatle
An idol to the people
Strong in the tackle
Bestie’s hard to rattle
Never shied from a battle
In many an eye, you were the apple.
Glued to the TV in anticipation
You were truly an inspiration
That cheeky smile that would cross your lips
Dressed in style, dined with the rich
So agile on the pitch
If a little fragile off of it.
But we look between the lines
The drinking came with the times
And addiction is a kind of disease
Almost like watching you bending your knees
Skipping past defenders as you’d please
And you did it with such ease.
Many who sympathised
Were more often mesmerised
Let it be recognised
How you synchronised
Pace, skill, and passion
And you did it all while laughing.
Such a blend, all compact
Must recommend you don’t turn your back
George can defend and George can attack
Now it’s the end, I tip my hat.
And from amongst the crowd
As Georgie takes a rest
We want you to know you did us proud
We’ll always remember ‘The Best’.

© Daniel Breslin

You Can Call Him Al

I will never forget you
I will never sacrifice you to time
As with most who met you
The privilege was always mine.

I remember instances
That showed to me your depth
Acts of kindness seen in the simplest
Are the very acts I will never forget.

I remember our conversations
Where we shared similarities in our goals
And no matter how grave the topic or situations
Somehow always ended, laughing uncontrolled.

I have never met anyone more thoughtful
In how they may help the ones they love
Or as willing to sacrifice as much of themselves
If they thought it may do those loved good.

I will always mention your name
Sometimes I still hear your laughter
Your loss has already brought enough pain
Not to talk of your life would be a greater disaster.

When someone great is gone
We can often lose them in our speak
For their life made us all that more strong
And their loss makes us all that more weak.

I will never forget you
Or ever fear to bring up your name
For it’s the people who never met you
My eyes see as the ones in more pain.

Your name will still bring laughter
Your life will still give people joy
As we try lessen the pain on those poor bastards
Who never had the privilege of the man to enjoy.

You can call him Al
A lucky few can call him friend
And typical of our pal Al
He’ll somehow have us all laughing at the end.

I will never forget you
Nor ever sacrifice you to time
And as with most who met you
The privilege, shall forever, remain mine.

(In Memory Of Alan Cummins)

© Daniel Breslin

Words Can Be So Lonely

Words can be so lonely
Words can be so cold
When words are your only
Things to touch, things to hold.

This world can be so hard
As beautiful as it is
When the one you love is barred
And will always be one of his.

Words can offer such little comfort
Even when offered from the heart
When it’s not the words you want to comfort
It’s the purest of all hearts.

It’s so hard to do the right thing
When to your heart it’s just so wrong
When to do either is just so frightening
And to do either one must be so strong.

It’s an Irony this life
At the very best of times
I began to see your vision
As you began to draw your lines.

It’s hard to sit here lonely
When I could be loving you
And I hate to think if only
As it only turns me blue.

You’re a soul to cherish
And if it’s your wish you can walk away
But our love will never perish
It kills me everyday.

© Daniel Breslin

World Is What You Make It

The world is what you make it
Can cover you up from naked
Don’t ever feel intimidated
To feeling obligated and regulated.

What you see as the norm
Because you’ve seen it since you were born
Can be a closure like a dorm
Stopping you perform.

To open a mind
One must first be willing
To leave the old behind
For something more thrilling.

We are not blind
Always risk in the milling
But if you do you may find
A life more fulfilling.

© Daniel Breslin