Author Archives: kestrelridge


God is obvious to the meanest fool.

But not to the intelligensia as a rule.

How were you regarded at school?

Is a reputation all you earned?

What have you learned?

This may not make much sense.

I’m dense.

Tich Ennis

Sunday, 17th November, 2019

Being Mad

You have no one to tell you when you’re being mad when you live alone.

I don’t, I have a phone.

Don’t jump to conclusions, forget delusions.

Another person occupies my home, a Zurich gnome.

Not exactly, I am financially insecure.

I live, endure.

Tich Ennis

Saturday, 16th November, 2019

Prince’s Problems

All eyes will be glued to the screen hoping to see something obscene.

He is a man of honour, maybe he was.

Oops, a double meaning there because.

Who do you believe, a high class prostitute or a man in a good suit?

The prince is or was or has a prick.

He appears to me irredeemably thick.

Note, I hypothesise.

Sometimes that is wise.

This poem is topical and may raise a titter.

Don’t be fooled by glitter.

Tich Ennis

Saturday, 16th November, 2019


I flood the world with thoughts good and bad and mad.

My thoughts stem from you and the true.

I share them with you.

Including that the sky is blue.

Sometimes its grey.

That’s the way.

Or black as sin.

Rain begin.

We need rain for growth.

I lived within sight of the hill of Howth.

I have never been to Moat.

Give a horse an oat.

If you want sense from me wait and see.

The past is history.

You cannot argue with that.

Do you own a cat?

A cat owns you they say.

A dog is the other way.

I could go on all day.

The obvious appears ignored.

Speaking for myself I’m bored.

I stop here.

Or here, or here.

I drink beer.

Tich Ennis

Thursday, 14th November, 2019

Chaos 3

Should we laugh at chaos or weep?

Do you get good sleep?

If you meant what you said less people would be dead.

Forget saying, do.

I would if I were you.

Priority should go to those most in need.

They need to feed.

Can you read?

To read means to understand.

If you do that’s grand.

Tich Ennis

Wednesday, 13th November, 2019


Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day, no way!

Its wet and cold, I’m old.

With apologies to Shakespeare, what would he say if he was here?

Possible to be or not to be, that would be just like he.

Should I have said him?

Exercise in a gym.

Get slim.

Pay in.

Sin bin.

Will I leave it at that?

Fall flat.

Tich Ennis

Wednesday, 13th November, 2019