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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started to write poetry nine 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... 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}

Wednesday, 20 November 2019


If only hindsight had arrived plentiful as tolerance
Back in those days when I absorbed things silently
If only I had found the courage to have spoken out
Back then rules were made to always be respected
If only life had been more pleasant and more loving
Back in those days when self-confidence was barren
After all, I was said to be an empty carcass of nothing
That constant repetitive preaching lodged within me
Many years of reiteration leaves an indelible wound
Unseen by the world outside the one I had inhabited
It became a way of living to dress the bizarre as usual
Just as simmering milk can eventually rise to overflow
Then a growing maturity accompanied by experience
Reaches an end point with awareness and realisation
No longer am I the mealy-mouthed frame I once was
In later years I found the soul of my own awakening…

Eileen T O’Neill 20/11/2019

Wednesday, 13 November 2019


Each season brings along an individual perspective and manner
Winter can often be a rather rambunctious and moody devil
Creeping inwards to steal away autumn’s glorious colourful fall
Leaving a much bleaker and austere landscape as it rushes in
Its sudden stormy behaviour tosses and turns us without care
Leaving havoc as the elements toy with life’s ability to function
An icy cold demeanour bares down upon countryside and city
Whilst we wrap up in heavyweight coats to sustain our warmth
Gloves and scarves become our new must-haves where we travel
Pockets of tissues and sticky cough sweets from last year’s escapes
As we step outside from the closed curtains of home’s cosy comfort
We gaze in awe at the fresh new snowfall and sparkly icy coatings
There’s a stillness and beauty present within winter’s own nature…

Eileen T O’Neill 13/11/2019

Wednesday, 6 November 2019


My mother had the loveliest pale blue eyes
Her rosy cheeks offered welcoming smiles
She was born a country girl with city living
Back in her early years’ life seemed tougher
From an early age I also absorbed her ethos
That today was built by yesterday’s efforts
And tomorrow’s future was a dream away
Piggy banks and biscuit tins saved for treats
Make-do was repaired and regularly shared
Respect and values were taught by example
Truth and honesty were her ways to live life
Her down to earth nature remains within me
Gifts remain through her special culinary skills
Mum’s own authentic chocolate mousse recipe…

Eileen T O’Neill 06/11/2019