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 ~

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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

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~…

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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

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

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