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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, 23 July 2014

Chains of Events....

Historically a challenging test of pedal endurance,
Individual stamina seeks to seize the yellow jersey.
Terrain of mind and body tested to great heights,
Cornered and plunged into unforgiving dark chasms.
The highs and the lows include or gradually exclude,
Anxious for victory spoils and to secure winning titles.
The golden goodies a treasure chest of future glories,
Esteem placed on a pedestal of ultimate adulation.
The feasting and the fantasy worlds collided for a few,
Falling from grace to whispers of illegalities and cheating.
Reputations wrenched from proud leadership ledgers,
Tarnished and greedy peddlers unchained the mighty.
Uphill motions erased by the eventual downward spiral,
Chains of events overtook even the fastest of cycling men.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 23/07/2014
Poets United MidWeek Motif: Le Tour de France….

Monday, 21 July 2014

Scattered Souls....

In an unprepared fashion they cascaded towards earth,
Cruelly torn asunder from onward dreams and journeys.
Blasted into a cruel nothingness over hostile foreign soils,
Their freedom extinguished by another territorial madness.
Wrenched out of an altitude of near heavenliness into hell,
Shredded scraps of humanity scattered into smithereens.
Exploded upon a resting place of plotting and evildoing,
Respect evaded their mortal remains even in that instant.
Strangers to each other yet listed in names as the victims,
Remembrance afforded by distant tears of those belonging.
Young lives curtailed before long fulfilment and exploration,
Remnants of children found in story books and furry faces.
Images haunt a very feeble world of blame and cruel horrors,
More innocent souls fall as prey to the death-making despots.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 21/07/2014
Thoughts for the innocent victims of Malaysian Air Flight MH17, shot down over Ukraine 17th July 2014…..

Wednesday, 16 July 2014


Contrived plans twisted in knots of old notes,
Whys or wherefores gathered and harvested.
Hide and seek places home truths into turmoil,
Ducking and diving betwixt and between lines.
Catch and toss above and beyond reasonability,
Secretive collectives huddle in whispering packs.
Stealth makes a new bolt for the old front door,
Greed embraces a brace of tattered worldly truths.
More is never satisfying nor is it ever quite enough,
The venom seeps into the longing and the wanting.
Hungry gossipmongers purge littered village tattle,
Sneaky snakes watch from a hide and seek perspective.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 16/07/2014
Poets United Midweek Motif: ‘World Snake Day.’