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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started writing poetry eight 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} Header Photograph: Ballycastle Beach, County Antrim, Northern Ireland...

Wednesday, 27 November 2013

Revealing Eyes....

Written within the soul of the eyes,
Acceptance has an everlasting look.
Recognizable in its lingering pause,
The gift of knowing brings such love.
It embraces and caresses all else in life,
Inspiring belief and encouraging hope.
Gratitude expressed is scarcely enough,
Actions manifest themselves in daily ways.
Connections to assure the heart and mind,
Pleasures of existence silently exchanged.
Without account nor expectation in return,
Thanks reciprocated in deepest appreciation.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 27/11/2013
Poets United: Verse First ~ Walk in Gratitude

Sunday, 24 November 2013

Missing Familiarity....

Planning an escape to the exotic,
A getaway from what is familiar.
Leaving behind old days of habit,
Surprise is such an infrequent caller.
Challenges incite a new excitement,
Faraway cities offer limelight living.
Suitcases contain uncharted hopes,
Dressed to impress and be impressed.
Foreign tongues and tastes to fathom,
Tick lists of sights to see and remember.
Rushing freedom into precious little time,
Pressure eventually points towards home.
The comfort of one’s own duvet and pillow,
Routine quells the pangs of our separation.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 24/11/2013

Wednesday, 20 November 2013

Flighty Feathers....

Tickled by another mid-sleep wakening
Bleary images of many wavering words
Feelings touched upon pen and notepad
Night’s half-light captured a hasty delivery
Pillow dreams emptied their great surprise
Morning revealed the untidily scrawled gems
Delicate whispers had quite simply floated by

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 20/11/2013
Poets United Prompt: Verse First ~ The Work Is Not About Place

Sunday, 17 November 2013

A Timely Interlude....

Lethargy pushed the uphill route aside,
Digging into endless reserves took its toll.
Too often night watch met dawn’s arrival,
Yesterday’s promise always devoured today.
One hundred paces never kept regular time,
Slippage and side roads waylaid good intentions.
The beaten track frequently diverted off-course,
Hurdles and obstacles test a slouching timidness.
The optimum moment just arrives unannounced,
Screeching to a hurried stop and resting place.
An enforced interlude interrupts panicked routine,
Stepping back to breathe and exhale more easily.
Gathering thoughts into a realistic working fashion,
Energy synchronises time’s more placid movements.
Too often the directional pull to all four corners calls,
Carefully sense and feel the most applicable response.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 17/11/2013

Thursday, 14 November 2013

Most Inspiring....

There is great comfort found in ordinariness,
Just resting upon its quiet sincerity and being.
Nothing so outlandish or garishly overbearing,
Run of the mill perhaps but with a sensible view.
Loved for ease of connection and communication,
Without long winded and elongated exuberances.
Pretentious mannerisms are never ever entertained,
What you see is what you know and what is familiar.
Dressing up in best top tails and ties is a fun adventure,
Standing on formalities is not always most comfortable.
Photographic ensembles return a more natural review,
When captured in great moments of informal joyfulness.
Routine may be considered mundane in its daily passing,
Yet its regularity returns a sense of orderly contentment.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 14/11/2013 

Poets United Prompt: Verse First ~ The Ordinary