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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, 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~…

Monday, 15 February 2016

Axis of Boredom....



Scratching at the same surfaces
With the endless repetition of
The same beat and funk,
Stuck in a groove; the same groove.
Rebranded and repackaged as new,
But still the same old, same old chatter.
Wringing out inane details with intensity,
As audiences wait to devour those truths
Chat show dramatics and revelations,
Hosted between the heavens and beyond.
Mundane living clamours for attention,
The rises and falls are exposed at will;
Breaking-news breaks interrupt boredom.
That there is nothing to report causes worry,
Perhaps an actual happening can be mentioned.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 15/02/2016

Wednesday, 10 February 2016

Star Gazing....



Profiles raised far beyond this
Earth’s usual grounding,
Placed upon invisible pedestals
Out of reach to most mere mortals;
Many facades of the human form
Aspire to reach up to dizzy heights,
Encouraged by tomorrow’s promise
Of immediate recognition and fame.
Face after face of infamous celebrities
Adorn tatty covers with lives exposed,
Truths and lies falling from newsprint,
As today’s stars enter a brave new world.
Collections of unfashionable habits and ways
Are urged upon those with impressionable minds,
Who seek to replicate that which is of the moment.
This new reality exists on a factitious notion of
Materialism being paramount, to being anyone;
While removing the individuality we seek to keep.
Soulless faces following their misguided dreams,
Nothing more than tacky ornaments in glass cases.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 10/02/2016
Poets United Mid-Week Motif ~ The Inanimate and The Non-Human