Poetry Blog by Harry O`N eill (2014)
My members all had mutinied,
Their mandate from the will,
And the will stood
A lonely sentinel
Behind my eyes
The minds limbs had grown gaunt,
And through all
The Simmoom of a desiccating want
Were a call to combat.
Thursday 27th November 2014 11:02 pm
(before you send the entry)
Chime, prime, grime, entwine, paradigm,
mountain-climb, or even sublime the bloody thing.
But never, ever, ever, ever,
Ever, ever, ever, ever
(Under no imaginable circumstances whatsoever)
Rhyme the bloody thing.
Monday 6th October 2014 3:39 pm
(The poem no one is going to ask me to write
celebrating the next royal visit of her majesty
to my home city of Liverpool).
We`re citizens, Ma`am, of our particular city,
Our own beloved mass of masonry,
And though the stranger may not think it pretty,
We are glad to be
We live up here beside our windy river
(The sea drives in and scours us twice a ...
Sunday 28th September 2014 3:30 pm
A majority of
Four million odd
Pieces of paper
(For a full explanation apply to David Cameron)
Thursday 18th September 2014 4:39 pm
(a Poem for Yvonnes` eightieth birthday)
I watched her for a long, long while,
Dancing with a lithely grace,
Wondering `did she never smile?`
This lady from the far-off place.
Then suddenly, like day-break beaming,
Ivory through a forest gleaming,
Laughter, lightening her face,
Spread sunshine through a shady place.
And sent one shaft – like Cupid`s d...
Thursday 18th September 2014 10:21 am
Look at that girl groove! See how her dancing soothes
Weary eyes as ~ in the music`s slake ~ she moves,
Flex as a sea-frond, supple and slender and smooth.
Wednesday 17th September 2014 11:03 pm
(A modern tale)
Strange, the way their love disintegrated:
Spats and small disloyalties-petty spites-
Were for the most part causes. No reasons, really,
But squabble enough for their small hearts
And feeble loves. And though, at first,
There was an ache around the hollowness,
It was of small consequence – soon gone.
Monday 21st July 2014 12:24 am
(An exercise in Scouse narrative verse spliced with a little poetry)
Girls are funny things sometimes, aren`t they?
I mean, funny peculiar.
Take, for instance, the other day:
There was this gazelle of a girl,
Wide eyed, long-legged,
I tell you: In no wise did she walk, Being so full of grace,
But she made an elegant progress from place to place.
Boy, was I sm...
Tuesday 15th July 2014 1:00 pm
( polishing his specs yet again)
Jesus! Is this the world
closing it`s eyes...on me?
Or is it me
closing my eyes..on the world?
Sunday 6th July 2014 10:42 pm
(As someone puzzled at the relatively sparse reaction on here to the recent UKIP victories, I was fascinated by the opinion of Labour`s Stella Creasey in wednesday`s Daily Mail that if migrant workers were prevented from filling jobs in our economy then middle-class women would have to breed (and quickly) to fill a need created by Britains low birth-rate and ageing population. As someone who has ...
Thursday 5th June 2014 4:16 pm
One night, after drinking in a down-town pub (where the air was a fuzz of gunge smoke and all the talk was about The Fords car factory in Speke.
I staggered home to my tall tenement block at the end of a street which used to run plumb between the opposing old Orange and Catholic areas of Liverpool and, listening to an account of Sunni/Shia combat on the tele, began to wonder about all kinds of ...
Friday 16th May 2014 4:46 pm
(Apology from the millions of the feminine `chosen`)
Our most sincere congratulation
And fellow - feminine applause
To your prestigious celebration
Honouring our women`s cause.
We`re sorry we could not assist
(Our inclination being thwarted)
For, though we too are feminist,
We`ve been (genderly) aborted.
(And thence could not participate
In our female discar...
Sunday 9th March 2014 10:25 pm
Lily going by
Hers was a beauty sheer and clear and clean
…………….A beauty born to break
Across the placid sight of placid men,
Leaving such lovely turbulence in its wake
That they be never – ever –the same again
Friday 14th February 2014 9:02 pm
Celia would say with that sly old knowing wink:
`If this Almighty really existed wouldn`t you think
That he`d want us unbelieving folk to know himself
And so would simply , unmistakeably show himself,
Rise up in all his splendour, wiggle his magic wand,
Bid all the world`s wickedness shrivel, flee, abscond?
I mean, why so shy? so bashful? keep himself so hid,
Why not just...
Tuesday 21st January 2014 12:43 pm
Ante room. Empty. Eighties disco music and lights from offstage. A young lad bursts in, his mate clinging to his shoulders…The lad wears sunshades. He snatches the shades off and – holding them - blinks about short-sightedly. His mate turns him round angrily.
Why didn`t you talk to her`?
I was talkin` me `ead off…she scooted.
Sunday 19th January 2014 7:53 pm
(Lines for the lady medic)
You`ll laugh and say, `That poets in a plight`
That, `He`ll remember nothing` or maybe fret,
That `being three-parts tipsy on the night
the things he said were anyway all lies`
But, love, could I forget,
How the laughter, capering with the light,
Danced wild Antrim-antics in your eyes?
Or that your voice had in it, when you talked,...
Thursday 9th January 2014 8:47 pm