Des O'Neill

My birth was number four, Was older brothers clothes I wore. Home was Doveton, a tough Melbourne town, where working dads had sweated frown. There the table we sat to dine, Children numbers swelled to nine. Fancy stories of each day, The ones of gloss held the sway.. Like grape matures with the age, So too did my words spill the page. Friends liked the rhyming note, Beseeched more of what I wrote. Splendid now is the smile, Words from me and my style. ******************************** As you may notice, I like to express myself through words. I have used writing as an antidote for times of anger, fear and love. I do not worry about publishing or publicity, I just like writing and sharing to the best of my ability, plus the learning I receive along the way. The many friends gained through writing and shared ideas are nothing but beneficial.

Society Diamonds Family Pearls.

February 25, 2019

Words rained feelings of satisfaction from the clouds of internet talk; through Email message. The consensus agreed all had been achieved and the family mother was in a better place now, watched over in a […]

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Dorb.

January 21, 2019

Dorb. We don’t see much of Old Herb and his missus; Myrtle. They wander into town from their home, somewhere out in the sticks, for “essential supplies, the stuff we can’t grow,” as they say. […]

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Timestill

Timestill The arrival when time is still, A setting sun as evening swill. Shadows cast from early day, Stranded there on baking clay. Silence gurgle of sewer drain, Pan flute breeze sweeps a plain. *** […]

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The Party (A Remarkable Event)

August 26, 2018

The Party. “Bluey, are you two interested in coming to a party Saturday night?” Davo contacted his mate for such an occasion, “Rosy got invited and I have to go, you know, we’re permitted to […]

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12

July 8, 2018

12. It is a normal day in Canberra with all the leading politicians in attendance. Parliament is sitting and the heavies are going head to head berating each other over trivials, leaders of each party […]

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Confronting Conflict

October 21, 2017

Confrontation can be a powerful stimulant. As Fiona readied the couples home to brace itself against the rages of a cyclone, George sat passively in his arm chair, nonchalantly doing his cross word puzzle. “I […]

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Walk to Work.

October 6, 2017

It was not so much the basking sun he felt, as he stood there with his Stop/Go sign. It was the impatient glare of drivers, needling his mind, that radiated the heat within him, as […]

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