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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...

Monday, 27 June 2016

Cast Off....

There was a time
When we almost
Shared the same
Coat and delved
Into sticky pockets
Touched trains of
Thinking and even
Tickled pink with
Witty witticisms
Somehow that coat
No longer fits
Our separation
A cold draught
Of isolation has
Weakened our bond
As with ebbing tide
Waving its shoreline
What once enticed
Our knowing
Has gained wisdom
To see beyond a
First infatuation
Our friendship
Is resigned to being
Off casts of each other…

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 27/06/2016

Thursday, 19 May 2016

All Sorts....

Bullies sneak out from corners
Or from behind a comfort zone,
Seeking to unnerve and ruffle.
They devour friendships with glee
And torture without any remorse.
Prim and proper little ladies,
Can injure with wagging tongues,
They nip and pick, nip and pick.
Tormentors have little appetite
For a soft spot of consideration
Or afterthoughts of contrition.
Bullying types perfect their trade,
Freely venting hatred and worry
With an aggressive swagger,
Until a lapse in attentiveness
Discloses unscrupulous actions.
Without any defining marks,
A bully can often be revealed
As your last best friend.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 19/05/2016
Poets United Mid-Week Motif ~ Bullying..

Wednesday, 24 February 2016

False Gods....

The glory days are to be revealed
Somewhere upon the next horizon,
Alongside tomorrow’s worn promises.
This unhealthy and unhappy world
Is down at the mouth and at heel,
Clinging to uprising after uprising;
Arabic discontentment and change,
Now fractured in total disharmony,
While rusting tin huts still house many
Outstanding hopes for Soweto’s people.
Rally cries craved betterment for all,
But life carries on in its fixed glories.
Mumbai’s opulence hurries past those
Dwelling upon fringes of pavements;
The riches fail to trickle beyond caring.
Northern Ireland has fought within
And beyond itself and its ambitions for
Too many wasted lifetimes;
All and simply everything and more,
Fails to satisfy unending demands
While daily threats still remain.
Worlds of martyrdom and witness
Urge and encourage daily revolutions,
Destabilising and fracturing territories
With old familiars of rhetoric spat out;
Same old messages return the same results.
Little changes for the victim in the street.
The mechanics of political ideology and the
Military might of the heavy handed,
Eventually are exposed as trending false gods.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 24/02/2016
Poets United Mid-Week Motif ~ Martyrdom/Witness ~

Monday, 22 February 2016

Life's Autobiography....

Life’s statistics and coordinates
Recorded as actions and words;
Entries in neatly penned diaries,
Quickly scrawled snippets of paper
Uneven and ruffled around the edges,
But with pertinent timings or thoughts
Referenced and noted for another time.
Tickets, maps, receipts and photographs,
Prompt forgotten places and dates,
Long after those days have passed.
Diaries return good times in recorded
Happenings, or spell out disappointment.
Blank entries leave wonderment about
Non-events or perhaps unremarkable
Or unforgettable days, when time was
Occupied by living the moment.
Bundles of diaries collected in boxes;
Interesting vignettes of a tangible life lived.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 22/02/2016

Wednesday, 17 February 2016

Sharing the Journey....

Stepping out together
With commitments and
Marriage vows as shiny
Our wedding rings.
The newness and the sparkle
There to be admired and
For others envied.
Life’s unknowns and potentials,
Reaching across a blank canvas
Yet to be infilled with experiences
And opportunities;
In time, the tapestry of richness matures
As evolving family responsibilities test
Challenges of flexibility and adaptability.
Life’s seasons of love draw onwards and
Anniversaries are collected as treasures;
Each year an affirmation of togetherness
While encouraging individual spirits,
Enhances and complements strengths
Blended and formed within the longevity
Of almost a lifetime of marriage;
A journey of memories shared along the way.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 17/02/2016
Poets United Mid-Week Motif ~ Marriage~…