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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started to write poetry nine years ago, as a hobby. I have enjoyed that new venture very much. My preferences are for long and micro-form poetry styles. A first book of poetry ~ Reason Without Rhyme, was published in December 2013. A second book ~ Fifty Seven Pebbles, was published in September 2015...I am presently compiling the content for my third book. Thank you for visiting my Blog which is regularly updated. COPYRIGHT: The entire copyright and content of this Blog belongs to the author Eileen T O'Neill. Nothing should be copied, reproduced or hosted as per RSS feed by any other party. {This particularly applies to the USA company Feedspot.com}

Wednesday, 29 November 2017

Bittersweet ...

Pleasure or pain
As common as
Falling raindrops
Or streams of tears
Emotions stretched
This way and that
Passing clouds
May tip the balance
Sunshine or showers
Love tries patience
With heartfelt kisses
Or heartless sighs
From a silent mouth
Of deadpan words

Eileen T O’Neill 29/11/2017

Wednesday, 22 November 2017


A pretty bunch of kisses
Wrapped in promise
Love’s unspoken poem
Every stem a heartbeat
Of perfumed bloom
A still life scene
Pleasing to the eye
Glass tinted roses
A myriad of colours
Their shiny claws of thorn
Prickles of warning
Petals of confetti
A bouquet of smiles
To send and receive

Eileen T O’Neill 22/11/2017

Wednesday, 15 November 2017


Perhaps a passing soul
Dancing heavenly
Upon a rainbow bolt
Of crazy lightening
A clickety clack of heels
While wisps of fandango
Passed floats of stars
Ginger nuts snapped
As flashes of inspiration
Cascaded from above
To simply dazzle
Eyes of twinkles
Gasp in amazement

©Eileen T O’Neill 15/11/2017
Poets United MidWeek Motif~ Meteor Showers..

Wednesday, 8 November 2017


Solitude’s best character
Is found in circumstances
Where thoughts can mature
And thrive
Or simply take time away
Silence is a body’s
Emollient and calmative
It enfolds tense shoulders
And hugs with understanding
Coaxes a subdued spirit
To rise in its own time
Silence affords the space
For a considered response
It’s not loud or demanding
Silence has its own language

©Eileen T O’Neill 08/11/2017

Thursday, 2 November 2017


Saints are next to
Being Godly,
We might assume-
The ones already
On the right path,
Upright and without
A sin to besmirch
Their faultless ways
At odds seemingly
With life’s sinners-
Highlighted by
And habitual lapses
Barely there
In the pews at the rear-
Both saint and sinner
Have much in common;
Falling from grace,
Falling off the wagon,
Sin is not exclusive;
One needs the other,
In order to understand
Human failings
And the subsequent
Means of recovery
With respect for
The individual fortunes,
Life attributes.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 02/11/2017