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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. Six years ago, I started writing poetry and short stories as a hobby; I've 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.’.

17 comments:

  1. "Evildoers concoct explosive recipes on kitchen tables,
    Then obliterate innocent lives in barbaric acts of terror."
    Your poem drives home the truth of this--how these devils seem to keep functioning, but eventually misstep and are done in--not without a great deal of pain all around. I struggle with forgiveness, but also marry it to righteous wrath and only forgive after justice plays its part. Powerful poem, Eileen!

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  2. I am thinking about the idea that a righteous wrath restores justice. I think you are right. Sometimes a righteous wrath accomplishes what needs to be accomplished more than forgiveness does.

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  3. This is a beautiful poem..! These lines struck me:

    The Elders teach that we must love and we must forgive,
    Yet in circumstances a righteous wrath restores justice.

    Sometimes.. we must forgive those who have done us wrong.. and the ultimate revenge is the wrath of God.. :)
    xoxo

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  4. Wow, the lines of people preparing explosive devices on kitchen tables got to me...and that is exactly what happens. Well done, Eileen. A powerful poem.

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  5. Hate is generated by the deprivation of freedom. What was sown hundreds of years ago by strong empire builders is now being reaped in terror. Even love may not pacify this ravenous beast...guns certainly will not.

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  6. Costa del silencio ! Ha !

    Depending on your choice of Elder there is a place for a just war of retribution particularly in matters of genocide which is now happening courtesy of the butcher's knife and bombs in the middle East. Powerful poem with definitive views.

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  7. " One lonely Tuesday evening he believed he could fly, / Crazed and defiant he leapt beyond his comfort zone.".....hope this does not lead any one to a 'foul ending' specially on these days when explosive recipes are the order of the day and we expect the blindfolded lady to be unforgiving...great lines Eileen...

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  8. A strong idea, payback, yet has justice changed since that was the law?

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  9. Very strong poem Eileen. Hard to know when justice prevails. And there's so much need for justice nowadays.

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  10. For justice is same for everyone,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,good for good,,,,,,,,bad for bad!!

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  11. Yes, the last line's really struck me too. A fitting close with plenty to ponder.

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  12. I love this, Eileen...Yes, even I believe.. forgiveness can restore human justice. .We all have issues where we lack empathy and we desire empathy.What a magnificent teacher you are...god bless!!
    Beautiful poetry. ..

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  14. Hi n Eileen
    Between finishing my packing for Disneyland and cleaning the house, I am sneaking in a few minutes to visit you.

    Your words are very evocative and full of great meaning ..
    Thanks for sharing you gift ...

    Much truth in those last two lines

    Thanks as always for visiting me , always a joy to see you.

    Back to my packing .. LOL

    Take care
    xx

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  15. You know, Eileen, I always lean to find the positive in everything...in your poem I feel like the justice is a positive hero... Peaceful day to you....

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  16. i liked drinking from the cup of borrowed time

    Joy From Acts of Pleasure

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  17. Yes, Eileen, we live in an ever more violent world and ti seems that we have watered down our justice which seems to be ever more elastic when dealing with increasingly heinous acts. Your poem and especially its dénouement reminded me of John Dryden's "Absalom and Achitophel":

    "Must I at length the Sword of Justice draw?
    Oh curst Effects of necessary Law!
    How ill my Fear they by my Mercy scan,
    Beware the Fury of a Patient Man..."

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