Category Archives: Battle

One Day

If I said something totally one sided some of you would agree.

That’s not me.

You see.

Or rather, don’t.

Because you won’t.

It wouldn’t suit you.

So they shoot you.

The opposite point of view.

How like you.

I am on both sides and all sides at once.

Call me a dunce.

Maybe no side at all.

Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall.

One day I may make it clear.

When I have your ear.

What you already know.

I told you so.

Should I spell it out?

Say get the Hell out?

You’re good at that, damn good I say.

I’ll try another way.

One day you may have enough of acting tough.

Run out of lies and alibis.

When that day comes I’m here.

Join me in a beer.

Good cheer!

Tich Ennis

2nd December, 2017


Irish Soul Reborn

Irish soul in the freezer in the fire.

Can my soul go higher?

Before I expire?

Or tire.

I wish to bring the truth to you, what’s a man to do?

Between me and you.

Here is Hell and here is Heaven.

I know them both since I was seven.

How may I turn them around to show the music, lovely sound?

I ask oh my task neverending eternity.

Who am I only me.

I sailed the sea.

Free me.

And thee.

Tich Ennis

15th November, 2017

The Media

The media take politicians at face value and won’t ask the right question.

What a suggestion!

If your position is illogical, if you lie, who are you, the big I?

You make me cry.

Politicians don’t like being laughed at, held up to ridicule, that’s the golden rule.

Treated as a fool.

If you do that you’ll never talk to them again.

Look after your wallet, hold your pen.

Who’s fooling who, you again.

Out of their own mouths they are condemned said Jesus Christ, he was crucified.

Which politician never lied?

I realise you don’t want to be nailed to a cross, or get shot, that would be no loss.

You don’t give a toss.

Good guys don’t win, there’s no such thing as a free lunch, eat your words you miserable bunch.

Pravda means truth, don’t make me laugh.

Who will sort the wheat from the chaff?

This is just a draft.

Will I write your last will and testament?

“I never said what I meant”.

I see your trick.

You make us sick.

We are not thick.

Go ahead, put yourself first.

You’re on the game, you meet the worst.

You’re in the game, you play it too.

Monkey in the zoo.

The world is the way it is because of people like you.

Ones who don’t care.

You’re there.

The news is fake, you’re on the make.

It’s the world we live in, must it be this way?

What do words say?

Truth to tell we live in Hell.

Exceptions are very, very rare.

So there.

Remember the word care?

How it looks or how it is, politics, the news, showbiz.

Razmatazz and all that jazz.

I want the real thing, I am not alone.

You chill me to the bone.

Yours faithfully, war correspondent.

At least I said what I meant.

Tich Ennis

28th October, 2017


Take me seriously though I joke.

I am the proverbial pig in a poke.

Yours for free, believe me.

Many a true word is said in jest, it’s the good humour test.

I have no wish to confuse, can white boys sing the blues?

If it wasn’t for bad luck I’d have no luck at all says an old blues song.

A joke is taking right for wrong.

The other way around as well.

Selling Heaven, buying Hell.

Oh well.

I see the funny side of things.

Jokers beat kings.

Tich Ennis

27th October, 2017


A foray into the outside world putting off what I should do.

Am I like you?

The task I face appears immense, have I any sense?

The Devil is in the detail, my head begins to spin.

When will I begin?

The more you know the more you know you don’t know.

I thought I’d say that before I go.

The people I work with appear good, am I?

If not, why?

So many questions to ask before I get down to my task.

Take them one by one.

Have fun.

Ask the right question.

That’s my suggestion.

Of the right person too.

It could be you.

Get up and do.

Nothing ventured nothing gained.

An old saying, the truth remained.

Doing nothing is a crime.

 End of rhyme.

Tich Ennis

23rd October, 2017


Things are evolving for good and ill, they are evolving still.

Sometimes slowly, sometimes fast, can we live up to the past?

The bad guys are one jump ahead of the posse as they have always been, things will be alright when they come clean.

The spark of truth has not gone completely out, have no doubt.

Eventually, in the fulness of time we will realise why we emerged from slime.

Until then the battle goes on.

Indifference, greed and hate begone!

Tich Ennis

18th October, 2017


Concepts are converging, so a Russian scientist said.

Things are mighty complex, will I know before I’m dead?

The Devil has been described as the master of confusion.

String theory is a ball of twine, just another illusion.

The theory of everything, when will it emerge?

Oh my God simplicity, towards thee I ever urge.

When theory and practice are one in one place then and only then are we in a state of grace.

Human race wash your face.

Tich Ennis

3rd October, 2017