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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, 30 March 2015

King Leer....



He was a real charmer as well as a trickster,
Master of tittle-tattle and bumptious blether.
His smile as wide as the river Nile and the Liffey,
Birds in frocks were drawn to him in their flocks.
Something alluring about the mischief in his eyes,
An appealing welcome always invited faux interest.
Performances were on cue and polished as usual,
A sharp suited actor dressed in roles of many facets.
He embraced his popularity like a box of new candy,
Enough was never enough to satisfy his old chicanery.
Character roles bathed in the flashing glow of adulation,
Audiences were his constant kingdom of firm believers.
Yet behind the scenes and underneath face masques,
He held any loyalty captive with a vicious temperament.
A rogue feasting off old glories and spent days of stardom,
An actor immersed in the profile of daring double deceit.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 30/03/2015

Thursday, 26 March 2015

Cup of Comfort....

There are many occasions in a whole lifetime,
When one’s angst or calm moods seek a cuppa.
Blends and flavours of botanical fruity infusions,
Cafetieres percolating roasted coffee grounds.
Aromas invite a desire to participate and partake,
Comfort and sympathy are most easily found in cup.
Soothing variations or additions enhance taste buds,
Hot or cold refreshments offer a wide menu of delights.
Traditions of breakfast strengths to awaken mornings,
While afternoons relax with fresh scones and cream teas.
Formality rests itself upon exquisite saucers of bone china,
While teacups snuggle up and hug the informality of home.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 26/03/2015
 Poetry Jam Prompt: Tea or Coffee…

Monday, 23 March 2015

Hope and Harmony....



Seasonal shifting returns a more positive mood,
Winter’s coolness is dispersing now as memories.
Unsealing the coverings and thatches of warmth,
Scenting freshness and sighting the new growth.
Daylight hours gradually extend beyond early dusk,
Energies revive lists vying for immediate attention.
Living reconvenes on the outside of the hearthside,
Casting off weary blues and wrapped over woollies.
The lure of the seaside intrudes into wishful thinking,
Hopefulness and harmonies descend into happiness.
Outlooks stretch beyond usual internal perspectives,
Spring shapes the bedding upon which summer grows.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 23/03/2015

Thursday, 19 March 2015

Weatherly Ways....



It’s not always sweetness and sunny life living,
Occasionally clouds swathe one’s moodiness.
Rock bottom has been hard hit and experienced,
Down and out without the glimmer of any escape.
Harmony and Hope are villages with optimistic tags,
Fortune shines on one, while the other slowly decays.
Black dogs are frequent visitors to vulnerable souls,
Weakened demeanours are backed into darker corners.
Closed shutters keep the daily bustle of living at odds,
Foggy minds retreat beyond their pinhead eyes of fear.
Sheltering within and about only themselves for safety,
Doom laden woes bear weighty pressures upon moods.
A severe sadness consumes any modicum of positivity,
Curtains drawn back review the outlook with a new dawn.
Shards of early sunshine implore efforts and nervous hearts,
Shadows cast themselves upon the mercies of the beholders.
Warmth absorbed by an upward facing fear slowly unwinds,
A mellower mode raises itself from that place of foreboding.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 19/03/2015
Poets United Mid-Week Motif: ‘The Sun.’…

Longing....



It parches the mouth with its permanence,
Pains of hunger and heartache combined.
Its desire controls and consumes thoughts,
Captivating and possessing one’s very peace.
Distant unanswered questions remain so silent,
Past tribulations rest in an untouchable denial.
Memories of unresolved and unjustified traits,
Languish between today and back in another era.
Pavements with ghostly treads lead to no-where,
Gone are recognisable connections of yesteryear.
From time to time images of other times emerge,
Though empty of bodily warmth or familiar sound.
Enchantment and pre-occupation colludes to entrap,
Absorbing and enslaving a willing regressive mind.
An attraction with rare possibilities of great promise,
But that seduction often fails to deliver contentment.
Longing overwhelms and demands much concentration,
Perhaps today’s yearnings may be more easily satisfied.

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 19/03/2015
Poetry Jam Prompt: ‘Looking Back.’…