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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started to write poetry some 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 11 December 2019

A Moment...


There are moments that forever remain fresh in mind
As realistic as every other occasion you cannot forget
Remembering the electrifying ping of instant disbelief
Thinking you had misheard vocal words of abject hate
Repetition simply confirmed such bitterness first heard
This heavy pulsating blow impacts hard on one’s being
Revulsion remains as perpetrators show no contrition
Hemmed-in amid a buoyant circle of raucous aggressors
An innocent bystander feels the fear from a baying crowd
Survivalist instincts will a physical body into an escape
Whilst inner scars of victimisation are held tightly within
Discrimination knows no bounds for the fearful victim…

Eileen T O’Neill 11/12/2019

9 comments:

  1. "....electrifying ping of instant disbelief" That's a moment's work done indeed! You've captivated it perfectly.

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  2. You have described one of life's most fearful moments: being the object of hatred. When will the day come that hatred will vanish from our world?

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  3. I agree that you capture these moments perfectly. May your poem help us to move outside of the way these cycles work--making fear is too easy. Letting go of it is difficult.

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  4. We are surrounded by horrible rhetoric these days and it weighs down the spirit. One wonders what it will take to turn things around. Or if we even can, any more. I always love reading you, my friend.

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  5. Sadly humans make this world so ugly. Somehow we must make our own world that ignores that, so we can enjoy our own life while we can.

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  6. Each line hit very close and familiar to me. "Revulsion remains as perpetrators show no contrition" stands out, though. Thank you for sparking a reflection of inner thoughts.

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  7. You’ve captured the shock of being a victim, Eileen, in the line: ‘Remembering the electrifying ping of instant disbelief’. Why are human beings so hateful and hurtful?

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  8. words - lyrics - can be SO powerful - giving a crowd so much more energy. I feel the fear in this poem.

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  9. You have absolutely captured a moment filled with many emotions.
    So sad to think of victimization.

    Nice look on your website, Eileen.

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