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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...

Thursday, 15 October 2015

Hearthside Memories...

Fondly recalling many olden times,
Huddled together by the hearthside.
Its warmth and closeness like a shawl,
Drawing us ever nearer to that fiery focus.
Dim light from an oil lamp made it magical,
As flames swooped and extended from within.
The smell of freshly cut turf from the bog,
Seeped into clothing and drifted into being.
Contentedly observing the heart-hole of flame,
It simmered a creeping redness upon itself.
There it was easy to drift away to all other places,
Old Irish homesteads thrived in this kind of welcome.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 15/10/2015
Poets United Midweek Motif: Fire…

Thursday, 17 September 2015

Ulster's Way....

Healing waters lap its shoreline,
The Coast Road hugs the landside.
County Antrim peering seawards,
Glimpsing its Scottish neighbours.
Memories are easily formed there,
Most return with older days in mind.
Sunday afternoons with the old folk,
Those same picnic stops at Ballygally.
An aura of goodness seeps inwards,
It stays forever within every heart.
Many artists have captured the vista,
Painted, or in long lingering verses.
This place urges peace in its midst,
Ulster’s ways thrive in its shadow.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 17/09/2015
Poets United Mid-Week Motif: ‘Let Your Song be Delicate or Not.’..

Thursday, 27 August 2015

Prosing Poetically....

As light as a ticklish feather
Or heavy as a hammer blow
Words may arrive dishevelled
Angst ridden and boisterous
Ready for instant retribution
Notes of lively linguistics simmer
Spitting back in silent defiance
One’s soul emerges onto paper
Fragments bear internal scars
Nervous revelations reach out
Eyes connect worlds of words
A bare line finds a chink of light
Night time confines the darkness
Between the mountain or sea
One is never far from impact
Inspiration dwells in boredom
Or in the sliver of a rainbow
Nature draws its own opinion
Poets translate the intention
Prose rests upon opportunity
No formality or trussed odes
Odd-like concoctions travail
When prosing in poetic style

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 27/08/2015
Poets United Mid-Week Motif: The Joy of Poetry…

Monday, 3 August 2015

Holiday List....

Teapot et
Humour et
Sunglasses et
Sun cream.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 03/08/2015

Thursday, 30 July 2015


Falling between heaven and earth,
One waits in that limbo of indecision.
Keeping faith and trust only in words,
Old tales and scaremongering prevail.
Turning away from temptation’s invites,
May disappoint, but saves grace in future.
Always trusting goodwill and probability,
Eyes wide open to nonsense or foxiness.
Making allowances for another’s cruelty,
Exacerbates the harm already meted out.
Death may remove the option for justice,
It’s difficult to erase painful words of hate.
Distance stretches the warmth of knowing,
Out of touch dilutes the constancy of love.
Faithful companionship anchors its heart,
Separation simply facilitates a greater bond.
One must be discerning in decision-making,
Affirming agreement must be uncompelled.
Acceptance does not intend to be consent,
It is simply acknowledgement of a situation.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 30/07/2015
Poets United Mid-Week Motif: ‘Acceptance.’..