Monthly Archives: August 2017

Kiss Cure

Talking things to death without arriving at a conclusion creates confusion. And delusion.

If people lose their faith in talk what have we got left?

A baby eel is an eft.

Wisdom may be proclaimed in a word, so also may the absurd.

Quality not quantity is what its all about.

Wisdom whispers in your ear while others rant and shout.

Words are not inherently bad, believe that and you’re mad.

Ask your dad.

Thou shalt not kill was said so long ago.

By some white-bearded so and so.

What does he know?

That so and so.

Mind how you go.

Prepare for snow.

Your watch is slow.

My time runs out and I must go.

I wish to make the implicit explicit.

When you see a mouth, kiss it.

That’s all you need to know.

Its hard talking to those who don’t want to know.

Yours faithfully, a so and so.

And so I sink into the bottomless abyss.

Kiss kiss.

Tich Ennis

31st August, 2017

What Price Love?

Without wishing to overstate my case may I say the human race is a disgrace?

Death and famine stalk the land and as far as they are concerned things are grand.

Have they got out of hand?

Mad dictators preaching hate, power maniacs, await your fate.

There are two sides of a coin, which side will you join?

Is moderation forever dead, what price love a wise man said.

If you have to ask you do not know, live and let live, I told you so.

As if you didn’t know.

Tich Ennis

30th August, 2017

Choice

To convince those who don’t want to know.

To tell the truth before I forever go.

This is a Herculean task.

A big ask.

Quite obviously almost all is wrong.

Hear the news, sing the blues, a sad, sad song.

Greed for power, money, fame.

All the same I’m glad I came.

Nothing is not what I want to do.

There’s work to be done for me and you.

I sing my song of right and wrong.

I ask how long, oh Lord, how long?

Set us free from eternal me.

You, the other, must come first.

Or else we’re cursed.

Do you want best or worst?

Tich Ennis

29th August, 2017

Won’t

Don’t expect anyone to do what they say, they usually don’t.

When they say they will they mean they won’t.

That’s except for the few who are true.

There are not many of them, are you?

Tich Ennis

29th August, 2017

Blame

You can’t blame others for how you are, that’s for sure.

All things are pure to the pure.

How do I fit into this jigsaw puzzle?

Does your dog require a muzzle?

I had a dog and cat once upon a time and more than one or two.

I played with mine, do you?

Now I more or less live alone.

Me, my radio, my computer and my phone.

I write and write and write, alright.

I write day and night.

I have not got much appetite.

I like food when it has good taste.

I hope the Earth will not be laid to waste.

And that my writing is to your taste.

Tich Ennis

29th August, 2017

Explanation

My purpose seems to be to explain.

The truth appears to give people a pain.

Will we have rain?

What do you expect in Ireland except bad weather?

It gives us something to talk about, keeps us together.

Alright, so one and one makes two.

Are you listening, are you hearing when I speak to you?

It appears no is the answer.

You dismiss me as a chancer.

Suppose I have a cure for cancer?

Doctor heal thyself you all cry out.

Alright, I heard you, do not shout.

Am I entitled to fool about?

At least don’t tell me to shut my mouth.

Tich Ennis

29th August, 2017

Remember

We knew everything before and discover it anew.

Some ancient philosopher said that, I don’t know who.

Alright, he said it is as if that is the case.

I don’t want egg on my face.

In a flash of illumination and recognition we know, at last.

As if we knew it in the past.

What can this mean, is all time one?

There’s nothing new under the Sun.

Is my life nearly run?

Not quite I hope when I have not begun.

Tich Ennis

29th August, 2017

Once

Once upon a time there was a man who had a wife of the opposite sex.

Perhaps he was old fashioned, he plundered gold off wrecks.

He never prayed a ship would go down but he said if they have bad luck let it be near here.

Along the rocky foreshore he walked and shed a tear.

Saying to himself, perhaps next year.

Its an ill wind that blows nobody good he said he was full of old sayings, he said a carpenter should cut wood.

Perhaps in the fullness of time this story will be understood.

I would if I could.

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck, no that’s been said before.

I’ll stop before I bore.

Do you want more?

Tich Ennis

28th August, 2017

Broken Promises

They could be dead or sick or victim of a confidence trick.

Maybe someone unreliable told them a lie.

That could be the reason why.

However, does it really matter, obese people getting fatter?

That is as maybe, the truth means a lot to me.

I suppose I’ll struggle through putting up with you.

Do I let people down?

Does a king wear a crown?

Don’t make promises you can’t keep.

There are many monsters in the deep.

I suppose I’ll go home without seeing her, mind you she did not promise she would be here.

Maybe I’ll see her next year.

Wasting time is my crime.

I speak in rhyme.

Tich Ennis

26th August, 2017

Coffee Blues

I was thinking of writing a poem called where’s my bloody coffee but I decided not to because I don’t want to be annoyed.

I got it myself and found my first coffee was paid for, I am overjoyed.

I rang a friend, he’s round the bend, no answer came, when will life end?

I notice all lines here begin with the word I, I must live and die.

At last a line beginning differently.

I prefer coffee to tea.

That’s just me.

Tich Ennis

26th August, 2017