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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, 29 April 2015

Righteous Wrath....

The cunning old red fox knows his canny game,
Eggs galore until he eventually meets a foul ending.
The conjuror with a make believe world at his feet,
A colourful list of lies and rabbits trailed from his hat.
One day very soon, he’s going to be the starring turn,
Hollywood hopefuls clutter the pavements in hope.
Duckers and divers all lying low in Costa del Silencio,
Tainted lives and remade personas living on favours.
Each drinking from the same cup of borrowed time,
Lounging in suits and awaiting that moment of fear.
Mister Big dispensed all manner of potent potions,
Addicts craved his daily array of poisonous provisions.
One lonely Tuesday evening he believed he could fly,
Crazed and defiant he leapt beyond his comfort zone.
The man who spun believable tales of many riches today,
Entrapping the vulnerable and the frightened with fear.
Today, he treads the pavements searching for crumbs,
Preaching about poverty and expects to find kindness.
Evildoers concoct explosive recipes on kitchen tables,
Then obliterate innocent lives in barbaric acts of terror.
Paramilitaries wielding weapons while breaking free,
Murderers on the run and seemingly beyond recapture.
Safe houses hid them until their cockiness presumed,
Intervening years returned almost all of them to graves.
The Elders teach that we must love and we must forgive,
Yet in circumstances a righteous wrath restores justice.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 29/04/2015
Poets United Mid-Week Motif: ‘Poetic Justice.’.

Sunday, 26 April 2015


I understand your flexible connections,
A constant flightiness diverts you away.
Time spent elsewhere with someone else,
Blank chapters and verses in near blindness.
In times of need you abandon my dolour,
That emptiness impacts upon any progress.
I’m not amused when you complicate life,
Honeyed hints dropped into an open mind.
Then in an instant erased from opportunity,
Your avant garde flarf becomes you so well.
Human foibles and eccentricities excite you,
A touch of the Orientals enhances your world.
Mad verses of Haiku and Twaitu flow at ease,
In silence I often wait for your communication.
You mollify moments of bleakness by surprise,
Simply a single word from you arouses desires.
Empty pages brim with a confident composure,
Your permanency is fragile but I appreciate you.
Missing you leaves unfilled hours and long days,
Your presence embraces my quality of existence.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 26/04/2015

Wednesday, 22 April 2015

Earthly Chances....

This world called home is ageing fast,
It’s stability and viability causes concern.
Foundations twisting and shifting in time,
Cracks appear in its crusts of wear and tear.
Erosion constantly erodes oceanic coastlines,
Sandy beds beneath seas rise and fall away.
Natural progression in the cycle of existence,
Life’s newness gradually fades into a maturity.
A duty of earthly care has had many shortcomings,
Man careered carelessly over this fragile landscape.
Without consideration and without much remorse,
Irreparable damage has been foisted on the earth.
Plastic bags and tags hang from choked hedgerows,
Dirty washing randomly caught in discontented winds.
Slimy oil slicks lick popular beach fronts smothering life,
The haste and pace of living curtails an active awareness.
Environmental impact always touches another’s backyard,
Blinkered but taking a chance on avoidance of any threat.
Scattered chemical particles impregnate without impunity,
Billows of factory smoke expelled into sleeping-time skies.
This beauty we freely absorb should inspire carefulness,
Our earthly chances tentatively rest upon feeble resolve.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 22/04/2015
Poets United Midweek Motif: ‘Earth Day or Earthiness.’…

Sunday, 19 April 2015

Solar Power....

Gradually raised from the lethargy of indecision,
Lightness assumes a feathery flight of new hope.
Shivers of regrets and unresolved promises ease,
Enlightenment’s source has been truly invigorated.
Shards of this welcome warmth caresses my being,
A mellow mood redirects thoughts as possibilities.
Sunny rays of dusty perspectives dance in shadow,
Reflections emerge in a catchment of viable words.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 19/04/2015

Thursday, 16 April 2015

Foolhardy Notions....

The craziness in moments of madness and daring,
Sensibilities cast aside like yesterday’s broadsheet.
Accepting the face value of a passing opportunity,
Honesty etched into the dimples of crafty Frank.
Seizing gullible offerings and drowning in stupidity,
Yards of invisible thread weaving the next tall tale.
Buttery fingers dipping excitedly into a hornet’s nest,
Unprepared but too excited to anticipate the dangers.
Leaping with an erstwhile lover while misfortune lurks,
Longings immersed only in the sad imagining of dreams.
Tossing aside a modicum of certainty for the whatever,
Harbouring flimsy promises upon fair-weather gains.
Seeing skywards rainbows of black and white negativity,
Hues of greyness fade when rose tinted glasses vanish.
Celebrity clamours over and under itself to be recognised,
Mirrors overburdened by deluded images of foolhardiness.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 16/04/2015

Poets United Mid-Week Motif: ‘Foolishness.’