Dual Perspectives....

Resting between two natural panoramas,

Cool North Irish coast and Cheshire plain.

Thoughts draw on many memory moments,

Family shadows collect on the seashell beach.

White topped waves just never seem to leave,

Timeless features unchanged to the local eye.

Beauty lazily trickles from The Antrim Glens,

Oil paintings capture its scenic magnificence.

A revealing coastal roadway links village life,

Ulster white limestone borders land and sea.

In the distance the outline of Scotland appears,

Then further south the English county of Cheshire.

A county for all four seasons with natural qualities,

Pleasant countryside canals weave calm waterways.

Historical mills echo a fine trade with distinctive silks,

Cheesy grins on marmalade cats embrace tourist trails.

Walkers and ramblers find new pathways to discover,

Tempting ales and country taverns offer dining delights.

From spring lambs to hazy sunny summer sightseeing,

Autumnal harvests ahead of snow swept peaks and plains.

Observing links from here to there one sees the connection,

Friendly peoples and a warmly ambience live in both places.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 20/10/2013

(Northern Ireland my birthplace and Macclesfield, Cheshire, my home)

Souvenirs....

Grains of sand upon a soggy sole,

Tracks left behind upon the beach.

Pleasing hours without ticking clocks,

Freedom bestowed a perfect afternoon.

Memories collected in the seeing of it all,

Images captured the fleeting scenic beauty.

Hilarious happenings reveal the merriment,

Reminders lodged in each individual mind.

Mementos regarded with affection long after,

Family love bequeaths another passage of time.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 14/10/2013

Monsieur Samuel Beckett....

If only it were possible to locate this fine Irishman,

Draw back time with enviable conversation à deux.

A prolific writer born with such riches of creativity,

His depthful cognisance adds detail to humour.

Murphy and Molloy lived within such construction,

Characters sculpted by twists and turns of phrase.

Maudlin moments absorbed into the environment,

As frequently as his canny sense of witty Irish humour.

He toiled longingly with his God of life and dark death,

Waiting for Godot extolled philosophical considerations.

Beckett lavished attention upon language manipulation,

Swiftly fashioning or embedding many poetic peculiarities.

Expression nestled deeply inside the circumstances he lived,

Woven tightly and held in tensile stitches of laughter or woe.

His novels cling to the mind and refuse to be rested for long,

Engaging wisdom permeates the consciousness of this day.

His retiring Francophile taste buds whetted by later ambience,

An endearing Tailpiece simply notes finality for Watt or Mr Knott.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 10/10/2013

Poets United Prompt: Verse First ~ Writers are Lovers

http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/verse-first-writers-are-lovers.html 

My love for words of the Irish writer Samuel Beckett….

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samuel_Beckett

Poetic Parlance....

Some fitting words have only been revealed,

Laying out that a fresh new blog has emerged.

Unhindered hopefully from cheating chicanery,

Or desire to tamper with the thoughts of another.

Cunningly spiriting away without request or favour,

Poetic compositions attributed to a specific owner.

Grasping at multitudes of notions and experiences,

Redesigning a whole new identity laid out to entice.

Trust is flaky and rests solely upon a virtual goodwill,

Bravery extends its welcome again to the honest folk.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 04/10/2013

This poem was written in response to a direct action to

Misappropriate and misuse my poems at another online site.

I intend to maintain this new Blog, in order that I can continue

To enjoy an association with Poets United and its writers who

contribute their poems and friendship from all around the world.