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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. Six years ago, I started writing poetry and short stories as a hobby; I've 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...

Monday, 22 December 2014

Christmas Creations....



Festive plans nurtured and notions noted,
Excitement garlands every chimney corner.
Winter wilderness rapt in temporary colours,
Tinsel tassels and trees of twinkling lights.
Homes basking in the warmth of this love,
Sharing times care and mindfully seek to give.
Children’s wonder embraces everyone, everywhere,
Scenes create many magical worlds of family fun.
Smells cling to memories of mother’s cooking,
Spirits encourage a togetherness of friends.
Christmas Day’s collected surprises wrapped,
Wait for moments of discovery and revelation.
Tense worries, laterally relieved with good news,
Raise the praises of thankfulness for this season.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 22/12/2014

Thursday, 18 December 2014

Festive Inspiration....



Seasons pass along through whims of regularity,
Spring, fresh as a daisy leads the way till holly time.
Surprises and life’s challenges of arrive to test us,
Each finds variety in ills or more favourable events.
December offers comfort to console those wintry blues,
Wrapped inside the rush and trimmings of Christmas.
Thoughts consider memories of gatherings to celebrate,
Fun times when children wished upon notions of Santa.
It provides a coming together of near and far away faces,
Sitting side by side, or shared by the wonders of technology.
Savouring the warmth of connections and the bonds of love,
Plans rest upon family and friends united by a common date.
Reviewing all that has passed, while considering a new future,
Joys always inspired by belonging to this most welcome festivity.
Taking account of those threadbare calendar days remaining,
A true kindness for those words shared and received, world-wide.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill  18/12/2014
Poetry Jam Prompt: Spread the Joy…

Thursday, 11 December 2014

Murky-Mongers....



Trading in the world of pontificating,
Perched high upon erroneous promises.
Elevated above the truth of the matter,
Lies blind their colourful perspectives.
Free will feels the constant price of choice,
Fearsome to behold improbities of despots.
Rhetoric polished and repackaged as before,
Empty promises litter whole worlds of politics.
Wrongs make human rights disperse and fragment,
Erased and eradicated save for irksome regimes.
Injustices exacerbated with each administration.
Timid do-gooders eventually show their intent,
Charades and chicanery played party wide.
Underdogs bundled into early graves or history,
Politicians uniformly besmirch notions of humanity.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 11/12/2014
 Poets United Mid-Week Motif: ‘Human Rights.’…

Amusement....



Quietude is what you like best,
It moves and motivates you.
More than a second thought,
Always first in mind every time.
You influence, animate and exalt,
Urge details if must is a requirement.
Outside rules not boxed into pro forma,
Free spirited and free style in counsel.
Complimentary and considerate in heart,
Sheltering shades of imminent darkness.
Your presence warms and entertains,
That is the quietness and essence of you.


 ©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 11/12/2014
Poetry Jam Prompt: ‘Quiet.’…
http://poetryjaam.blogspot.co.uk/2014/12/quiet_9.html

Thursday, 4 December 2014

Deathly Silence....



The October* night was dank and dark,
My footsteps clung to wet pavements.
The road to home was a weary walk,
A city centre deserted in nervousness.
Uncertainty prowled around all corners,
Randomness was the motive of choice.
Madmen and mad people loved murder,
Belfast was gripped within this evilness.
In an unforgettable instant death lurked,
The night exploded all around and about.
Layers of orange light enveloped the area,
Silence locked down thoughts of life itself.
Fine glittering fragments cascaded down,
An open bible fluttered on the wet footpath.
Its owner rushed to seek comfort from me,
Assuming this hellish scene was not heaven.
The grim realities of wishful ideologies tolled,
A premature detonation killed three cowards.
Their deed undone by bravado and bad timing,
Actions remembered in the statistics of history.
Excuses mimicked as passionate causes to repair,
Innocent victims fell wherever luck had led them.
Memories will forever rest upon that happening,
Heroes and cowards separated by conscious acts.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 03/12/2014
Poets United Mid-Week Motif: ‘ A Date that will Live in Infamy, or A Bomb of a Day.’

*Saturday 16 October 1976
Three members of the IRA were killed when a bomb they were planting exploded prematurely at Belfast Gas Works, Ormeau Road, Belfast.