Monthly Archives: November 2017

Midnight Hour

At the end of the day it’s the midnight hour, that’s self evidently true.

I’d believe it if I were you.

Twelve midnight, not half past two.

Truism is a word you may not have heard.

It means self evidently true, not false, absurd.

One and one makes two.

That’s an example, a free sample.

We’re born, we live, we die, all that stuff.

If you don’t like it, tough.

There’s no getting away from it, the truth is true.

Believe it or not its up to you.

To believe in the true.

I would if I were you.

I do.

Tich Ennis

30th November, 2017

 

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The Arts Council

Is it true the Arts Council are creeps and they only support pretentious stuff?

I’ve had enough.

I’m no insect, I don’t crawl.

I’ve heard shite, I’ve seen it all.

It cuts no ice with me at all.

Am I completely, absolutely, totally wrong, do they ever get it right if only by mistake?

Should I take a chance, are they completely fake?

Will there be any mourners at their wake?

When people don’t understand something they say its art.

A bloody fart.

Not in my face, drop dead.

Enough said.

Tich Ennis

30th November, 2017

Explaining Stupidity

I will now explain stupidity to those who have no brain.

There are none of those, the emperor wore no clothes.

A child could see and see it all.

Yet others chose blindness turning their faces to the wall.

Use your brain you dope you lazy thing.

See through the emperor or king.

Stupidity is not using your brain, you have it, use it.

It is really there, you didn’t lose it.

Is it true you’d rather die than think?

If so that’s why you’re stupid, my pen runs out of ink.

Tich Ennis

29th November, 2017

Am I?

Am I a conventional poet am I damn.

I don’t know what I am.

Bread and jam.

I ate as a child, did I go wild?

What am I now anyhow?

The sum of all my experiences, pig and sow.

Behind the plough.

I’m experimental now.

Yes I believe oh God I do.

In you.

In that sense I might as well go to Hell.

Oh well.

To Hell and back for the crack.

I will be back.

When I know I’ll tell you so.

I am old and I am new.

You too.

Tich Ennis

29th November, 2017

Who Shoots First?

Okay, international relations are at a critical point.

Someone’s nose is out of joint.

If I bomb you should you bomb me too, two can play that game.

Eternal shame.

Go on punk, make my day, I’ll blow you to smithereens.

Human beings.

It was ever thus, why make a fuss?

Will there be any left of us?

Here comes my bus.

I know I’m just a slob.

Someone has to do this job.

Tich Ennis

29th November, 2017

Hurdles

There’s always another hurdle before you come to the end.

Keep going and you’ll get there, my friend.

No one said it would be easy, if it was easy everyone would do it.

Then when you have it done they say there’s nothing to it.

I dislike when people say you would know that.

So would they if they bothered to find out, know a dog from a cat.

Are successful people especially gifted or do they just work hard?

Believe me my friend it pays to think or else get up the yard.

Tich Ennis

28th November, 2017

Straw Man

They clutch at straws because they are ignored.

When war comes you won’t be bored.

God preserve us from people who say they know it all.

I suppose I might as well be talking to the wall.

The great white hope or black may be a dope.

Leaving you hanging on a rope.

Who, just who, are the people who kill each other?

They kill father mother sister brother.

Anger is not the answer.

Don’t choose a chancer.

Who wants cancer?

They may be right for the wrong reason.

Is love out of season?

Tich Ennis

27th November, 2017