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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, 22 November 2017

Posy



A pretty bunch of kisses
Wrapped in promise
Love’s unspoken poem
Every stem a heartbeat
Of perfumed bloom
A still life scene
Pleasing to the eye
Glass tinted roses
A myriad of colours
Their shiny claws of thorn
Prickles of warning
Petals of confetti
A bouquet of smiles
To send and receive

Eileen T O’Neill 22/11/2017

Wednesday, 15 November 2017

Celestial..



Perhaps a passing soul
Dancing heavenly
Upon a rainbow bolt
Of crazy lightening
A clickety clack of heels
While wisps of fandango
Passed floats of stars
Ginger nuts snapped
As flashes of inspiration
Cascaded from above
To simply dazzle
Eyes of twinkles
Gasp in amazement

©Eileen T O’Neill 15/11/2017
Poets United MidWeek Motif~ Meteor Showers..

Wednesday, 8 November 2017

Silence..



Solitude’s best character
Is found in circumstances
Where thoughts can mature
And thrive
Or simply take time away
Silence is a body’s
Emollient and calmative
It enfolds tense shoulders
And hugs with understanding
Coaxes a subdued spirit
To rise in its own time
Silence affords the space
For a considered response
It’s not loud or demanding
Silence has its own language

©Eileen T O’Neill 08/11/2017

Thursday, 2 November 2017

Saints



Saints are next to
Being Godly,
We might assume-
The ones already
On the right path,
Upright and without
A sin to besmirch
Their faultless ways
At odds seemingly
With life’s sinners-
Highlighted by
Misdemeanours
And habitual lapses
Barely there
In the pews at the rear-
Yet,
Both saint and sinner
Have much in common;
Falling from grace,
Falling off the wagon,
Sin is not exclusive;
One needs the other,
In order to understand
Human failings
And the subsequent
Means of recovery
With respect for
The individual fortunes,
Life attributes.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 02/11/2017

Wednesday, 25 October 2017

Journey



Placed my feet
Upon the same
Well-trodden tracks
Didn’t stop to think
Of that familiarity
Nor to question
The daily routine
Of easy comfort-
Worn- in like
My favourite boots
Until a day of
Unexpected change
When circumstance
Threw me onto
A different path
New and unknown
My steps out of kilter
For a time
Gradually I realised
That in spite of  
Changes to my route;
I arrived at the destination
Having left new imprints
Of a journey attained.