Category Archives: Advice

Apple

What people said and people did are things you are told as a kid.

Including kid means a young goat, I don’t want to start on the wrong note.

Be sure to button up your coat.

They care for you, they correct you, without them what would you do?

In later life you’re on your own, but never really quite alone.

What they said then and you do now stands to you anyhow.

Ripen apple on the bough.

Tich Ennis

23rd November, 2018

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Gullible Audience

Given a gullible audience I could change the world.

I am David, a stone I hurled.

Gullible means easily led.

My followers, should you have stayed in bed?

If you are credulous, credit this.

It started with a kiss.

You believe yourself, I know you do.

Why not me too?

But, what have I said?

I am not dead.

I tell no lie.

I will never die.

Sometimes I cry.

To those who will not see I say believe me.

Stop believing lies.

Get wise.

Must I apologise?

Truth never lies.

Mad. Glad. Sad. Not bad.

Truth is not for the faint hearted.

I have barely started.

You lead yourself, the truth leads me.

Wait and see.

Be.

More later, alligator.

Tich Ennis

14th November, 2018

Door Of Heaven

The door of Heaven is not locked, the handle is broken.

Does everything work in Hoboken?

Knock and they will let you in if they see you, or go in the back door.

Do you need to know more?

Is it really Heaven I’m talking about or Eddie Rocket’s in Arklow?

Its stopped raining, sooner or later I’ll have to go.

When can we have Heaven here below?

Let me know.

10th November, 2018

Agree

I don’t know who you are who agree with me.

I don’t try very hard, you see.

Poetry comes easily to me.

In real life I almost do not act.

That’s a fact.

Still, its nice to know some are of one mind with me, one mind.

The truth is hard to find.

But yet easy, everyday.

It never goes away.

Some of you are damaged goods and some are not.

Whoever you are, thanks a lot.

The last line of a poem is often hardest to write, the last line.

The truth is yours and mine.

Don’t try to write a poem, let it come.

Write some.

Tich Ennis

8th November, 2018

Not Completely

I have not completely given up hope, although I am a hopeless dope.

Throw a suicide a rope.

Nowadays things are not called what they are.

What would you call a star?

If you discovered one its yours to name.

Don’t call it a number all the same.

Name it for your mother or your favourite poem.

Or simply name it Home.

Tich Ennis

6th November, 2018

Madmen

Why are madmen taken seriously in this country of ours?

How very tolerant, are weeds flowers?

How about the past and intimidation now?

Have the gunmen hung up their guns anyhow?

Should men who shot people in the back be given the sack?

They want to stand you up against the wall, walk tall.

They are destroyers, they never make, blackmail is their thing.

The men who would be king.

Tich Ennis

5th November, 2018

Murder

I twist the knife, I take your life.

Someone said I should write a book with murder and violence in it.

Is this it, wait a minute.

The corpse beneath the stairs begins to smell.

Bloody Hell!

If that’s what you want read the news, listen and look.

That’s not my book.

Serial killing starts with one.

Make it up yourself, have fun.

You could produce a best seller.

Bring back Joseph Heller.

I thought of calling this Murder Story, but did not.

I could have, but I lost the plot.

How about The Dog That Did Not Bark?

That’s been done, or Murder in Noah’s Ark?

Something to read in the park.

After dark.

Tich Ennis

3rd November, 2018