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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, 16 July 2014

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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.’
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.co.uk/2014/07/poets-united-midweek-motif-world-snake.html

15 comments:

  1. Can't eat before I read this--love how Hide and seek frames the poem--first creating turmoil and finally being the natural habitat of the sneaky snakes your poem condemns. Strong words.

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  2. Eileen I really like the snake/human parallel - nicely done

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  3. The snakes and the gossipmongers are watching, but "stealth makes a new bolt for the old front door". Cool write, Eileen.

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  4. Ducking and diving betwixt and between lines.

    Wonderful set of definitions, Eileen! An outstanding take here. It is possible only when one strives to see different ways of doing things and come up with gems. You did just that. Great!

    Hank

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  5. Your writing reminds me of medieval romance in my teenage years. that is just beautiful, great talent you have!

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  6. "Secretive collectives huddle in whispering packs"...that's their nature and you've correctly compared them with the venomous slithery beings..well crafted Eileen..

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  7. Oh creepy... Lovely poem but snakes creep me out!,,

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  8. Eileen this is yet another fine piece of work. Those darn gosspimongers. Have a great Thursday :)

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  9. In nature and in one's life one has to make sure to watch out for the snakes & their poisonous bites.

    Welcome back, Eileen. You were missed.

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  10. A hoard of lies and tattle...truly snakes in the grass..I love the clever title also ..

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  11. One of my pet peeves is those who gossip .
    Wonderfully done, Eileen.

    Welcome back
    xx

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  12. slithering their snaky way through life's layers.
    Good one.

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  13. oh , nice social commentary in there...more is never enough, no sadly it is not...and there are plenty of snakes that gather in back rooms plotting...and much more human snake...ha.

    my snake poem:
    http://www.waystationone.com/2014/07/the-odeowed-to-serpent.html

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