Category Archives: Abyss


Preaching to the converted is all very well.

Preaching to the unconverted is a journey into Hell.

They seek a wishing well.

The believe in luck and ideology and fate or say they do.

It is not possible to believe the untrue.

Liars to a man they persuade by brute force, shouting, brutality, the gun.

They are no fun.

Sure of themselves, why are they so certain, don’t they believe their eyes and ears?

A child knows better, they reduce an honest man to tears.

I am a man of seventy-seven years.

Tich Ennis

21st July, 2018


How To Do It

How did you do it? By finding out how.

You know more now.

You would know how to do that sort of thing.

So would you if you did not act like a king.

What do you mean, I am a human being.

You must be humble and admit you don’t know, ask questions, that is the way to go.

Is that what you did, kid?

Yes, until I was blue in the face.

The human race is a disgrace.

Have you learned anything today?

I learned your way.

If I don’t apply, ask why.

Because you are a fool.

Did you learn nothing at school?

How to play the fool.

You learned well, you could have fooled me.

When will you and I agree?

Knowledge is hard earned and learned.

Do not despise the wise.

They were like you, me too.

There are a lot like you.

Waiting for someone to tell them what to do.

Tich Ennis

21st July, 2018

Mentioning God

The world is made by people, the Earth is made by God.

We call Ireland the ould sod.

The world has walls and wars and borders and barriers, man made.

The Earth has Sun and showers and daylight and shade.

God favours virtue, we don’t follow his advice.

When it comes to the point we choose vice.

Cheer up, it might not happen, it already has said some lad.

Oh well, what the Hell, who is sane and who is mad?

Apparently in this world God is a dirty word.

How far have we travelled from the sublime to the absurd?

Oh love, oh truth, oh common sense.

Who worships in thy name, who sits on the fence?

Far be it from me to say I’m any better.

I mean this poem to the last letter.

What have I achieved, to what do I aspire?

Something higher.

Tich Ennis

20th July, 2018

Lost Poem

I had a poem but I let it go.

Into the great unknown where dead poems go.

Stillborn, not born at all, never ever to be.

Oh well, at least it was not me.

Next time, next time what will I do?

Write it down come rain or shine for you and me too.

That poem was to be called Curse, perhaps its better that it should never be.

But I don’t know, it could be worse, unwritten history.

Tich Ennis

20th July, 2018


I want to make a website and I want to learn guitar.

So far I have not got far.

The guitar looks nice hanging on the wall, that’s all.

Designing a website is one thing, making is another.

Its probably pointless asking my brother.

He thinks computers have leprechauns inside.

I have not failed, I have not tried.

Am I good with computers, I like computers to be good with me.

I was not born knowing everything you see.

The future is yet to be.

The story of my wants and me.

Tich Ennis

16th July, 2018


Nearly everyone pleads not guilty and nearly everyone is, almost all.

Can you believe a word they say at all?

They go by the letter of the law, the crooks.

Lawyers have read books.

The spirit of the law seems not to count.

Lawyers are paid a large amount.

Getting off on a ridiculous technicality when they are guilty as sin.

The law is an ass, when does your sentence begin?

One law for the rich and one for the poor, which ones mostly go to jail?

Don’t ask, that is another tale.

Tich Ennis

15th July, 2018

Show Me

I don’t like being told what to think I once said.

I prefer to be alive than dead.

I may agree with you when you agree with me.

I discuss with Plato over a cup of tea.

You may be convinced you are right I am not.

You dogmatic fool stop talking rot!

What everyone knows is wrong, don’t follow the herd.

You are your own man or woman don’t be absurd.

What is popular is not always wrong, Susan Boyle can sing a song.

What is popular is not always right, many drugs and madnesses are popular, goodnight.

You recognise the truth when you hear it you know.

It is not true because a person told you so.

Who owns your brain, your mind?

I say you do, I am not the dictator kind.

The truth is there for you to find.

Where, in you and I hope, me too.

Should animals be in a zoo?

Don’t tell me, show me, that is what it means to teach.

In a mad world sanity is within reach.

It is a pity obvious things need to be said.

When you are alive you are not dead.

Be alive to the new, the old, the true.

Then you are you.

Alive too.

Search and find peace of mind.

When you stop learning you are dead.

A wise man said.

Its hard to say a lot in a few words, but I try.

Maybe I’ll get it right before I die.

Ask the greatest question, why.

Understanding comes to those who try.


Tich Ennis

13th July, 2018