Category Archives: Advice

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

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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

Perjury

I committed perjury twice.

I was not nice.

I did it to keep my job.

Was I a slob?

I suppose it wasn’t very important what I swore.

It made no difference really, it really happened, I could say more.

Do you believe me when I broke my oath?

As requested by a man living in Ratoath.

It went against the grain, made me feel sick.

Browbeaten into a dirty trick.

Smiling the boy fell dead.

I lived on instead.

My employer was a man in the legal profession.

This is my confession.

Later I left that job of my own volition and had fun in another.

I am somebody’s brother.

If I am a saint its of the plaster kind.

Is my soul my mind?

By the way, nice is fake good.

I wish people understood words, I wish they would.

I sailed, I swam, I flied.

Until now I have not died.

My goodness is hypothetical.

I end before becoming anasthetical.

Freud was a fraud, applaud.

Though held in high esteem.

Don’t ask me to interpret your dream.

I was young, not spelled with a J.

If that means nothing to you look the other way.

I met Marianne today.

Finally the end, finis.

That’s me.

Tich Ennis

2nd November, 2018

Now

It does mean now.

A metaphor, a parable, an apple falling from a bough.

In principle it’s the principle of things.

Ask peasants and kings.

The principle applies, get wise.

You must learn to apply.

Apply or die.

That’s life, your story, the story you tell.

Now and forever you sound the bell.

The bell may be cracked, who cracked it, you?

Fix it, fix it, fix it, that’s what to do.

Have I made my meaning clear?

Now is not next year.

Now is here.

Here and now.

Put your hand to the plough.

Tich Ennis

30th October, 2018