Error

I make a mistake now and then, its human to err.

My sister spotted one, I said that to her.

Did you think I was perfect says I to a friend?

No I did not says he, bringing that topic to an end.

The man who never made a mistake never made anything said a man.

He made them big time, I am not a fan.

Accidentally on purpose is not a mistake.

Have you bought an antique fake?

I prove I am human which does not require much proof.

My house has not got a leaky roof.

There’s many a true word spoken in jest.

Its over, do I pass the test?

Tich Ennis

21st September, 2017

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Right and Wrong

People can be right about one thing and wrong about others.

This applies to sisters and brothers.

And fathers and mothers.

In other words everyone, lets not be extreme.

You know what I mean.

No one is all right or all wrong, are you?

Me neither, me too.

You’re right but you’re wrong a man from West Cork said.

Partly right and partly wrong he meant, did you scratch your head?

Tich Ennis

20th September, 2017

Dream

Sometimes I dream things, should I say what I dream?

Things are not as they seem.

Its very complicated and simple at the same time.

They really are simple, the crooks stole the wine.

The Devil has been described as the master of confusion, may I also say illusion and delusion?

In truth the truth is true, all else is lies.

An honest fool is wise.

Who is called a fool today, an honest man.

There are some of us left to fulfil God’s plan.

Is it pointless writing words, do words mean a thing?

They do to me and you I hope, after Winter Spring.

Mere words are not enough, actions speak more loud.

Sooner or later you will wear a shroud.

Words mean nothing if not put into action and words of course tell lies.

I was called a wordsmith by someone not so wise.

The word comes first it has been said, I speak, I am not dead.

May we find the truth in words and then for God’s sake do it?

I’d like to say there’s nothing to it.

Who said it would be easy, the easy way is wrong.

The effects are all around you, is it time to end my song?

Don’t keep the truth a secret, you know right from wrong.

A million fake breathalyser tests by the guardians of the law.

That’s the world we live in, I say, I see, I saw.

Use your eyes and use your ears and use your tongue and all.

You are alive, do not act dead, it does not work at all.

You took your first step as a child, take another now.

Never give up, the truth is real, how can I say it anyhow?

People with better brains than me are going the wrong way.

Do not join them, be yourself, that’s all I have to say.

Until another day.

Words themselves do nothing, I said that before.

Do not do nothing, I am Irish so I talk, we need something more.

This is a pretty hopeless poem but I live in hope.

I’ll say it better one fine day, yours faithfully, a dope.

What do I dream? I dream of a world that’s true.

For me and you.

Tich Ennis

20th September, 2017

Genius is of the Spirit

Genius is of the spirit not the mind.

You have it, be kind.

In every little thing you do be true.

And in big things too.

Goya said he was still learning at the age of ninety-five.

Learn while you’re alive.

You will be dead a long time, so the mournful people say.

You are not dead today.

Use your brush, your words, your hands and feet.

Joy is unconfined when lovers meet.

Life is your work of art.

Be of good heart.

Tich Ennis

19th September, 2017

Euthanasia

If you booked euthanasia would you cancel because you’re afraid of flying more than dying?

That could be so, I don’t know.

What is life but a mystery between two mysteries, the mystery of our coming and the mystery of our going.

In Ireland right now it is not snowing.

What do you expect in September?

A day to remember.

It has all been most interesting an old lady said on her deathbed.

Maybe she was being sarcastic someone said.

Tich Ennis

18th September, 2017

Love Letter

I thought it would be funny to write a poem called this.

It started with a kiss.

I have no intention whatsoever of writing a love letter although I did when I was a kid.

I stole from Byron, in content and style, why not, she did not run a mile.

She wrote back and she was good at it, that fell apart, mostly my fault.

There is not much gold in my vault.

She was a good singer but did not like to sing.

I’m not much good at it, I do my thing.

Sometimes a line rhymes.

Sometimes within itself or maybe not.

That’s all I’ve got.

Tie your own love knot.

Tich Ennis

17th September, 2017

Sayings

You can’t reveal the truth without revealing yourself. So it has been said.

I am alive, not dead.

The truth, when perfectly expressed, is incontrovertible.

I never owned a convertible.

The truth, though imperfectly expressed, is still the truth.

I read these sayings in my youth.

Is there something else I have forgotten?

Eugene O’Neill wrote A Moon for the Misbegotten.

Yes, T.S. Eliot said the truth is what is most hated.

This is the end of this poem, I’m glad you waited.

It is necessary to confront evil in order to defeat it.

You know it when you meet it.

I thought I’d throw that one in.

To leave it out would be a sin.

Tich Ennis

17th September, 2017