Category Archives: Choice

Perfection

Perfection knows no flaw, maybe I never saw.

If scenery is any indication we have some good stuff in this nation.

Perfection, to which I aspire, is it always higher?

Before I expire in the mire.

How good is my best, I suppose I know.

Its good, alright, I’ll let it go.

Only best is good enough for me.

Whether it be gold or a cup of tea.

Or a meal at a hotel.

I dislike saying oh well.

Hell and Heaven are opposite extremes.

Must we be in between?

You know what I mean.

The middle way is not good enough.

If you don’t like this poem, tough.

This is my kind of stuff.

You probably know words like mediocre, mediocrity.

How about a plastic covered sea?

I say what I see.

Perfection, no, I have not found.

Music?

I like the sound.

Tich Ennis

9th October, 2017

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Contribution

If nearly everything is rubbish should I contribute?

If I say something you don’t like do you say shoot?

If you wish to shoot your mouth off does someone say shut up?

You must be a looney, you must be a nut.

If you have a screw loose what I say may be no use.

Ask yourself the same, two can play this game.

Who gives you or me the right to choose?

Don’t step on my blue suede shoes.

Tich Ennis

4th October, 2017

Your Problem

Your problem is you don’t mean what you say.

You know you don’t, you run away.

You may say you meant it at the time.

But you don’t do it, that is your crime.

Why should anyone trust you, once bitten, twice shy.

Truth is not a lie.

Or you may say you only said it, what does that mean?

Nothing at all, does a boy like ice cream?

So you mean nothing at all.

Do my words make you feel small?

Walk tall.

Pretend not to understand if you like, how many wheels has a bike?

Knowing you you may say three.

It looks like two to me.

I don’t believe you, why should I?

Knowing you your answer is a lie.

Some of us mean what we say.

If you say otherwise you’re wrong, good day.

Tich Ennis

26th September, 2017

For Nothing

People don’t value things they get for nothing, that’s an unfortunate fact.

Or so I say, would you pay to see me act?

Would you give oxygen to a smothering man, would he say thank you, would he be your fan?

Would you help a drowning sucicide, I must admit I never tried.

I tell you this for nothing, a gift is a gift.

Would you give a millionaire a lift?

Something for nothing is widely desired.

Human race, you make me tired.

I am a gentleman, retired.

I was a gentleman, but not now.

As Robin would say to Batman, holy cow!

Tich Ennis

25th September, 2017

Euthanasia

If you booked euthanasia would you cancel because you’re afraid of flying more than dying?

That could be so, I don’t know.

What is life but a mystery between two mysteries, the mystery of our coming and the mystery of our going.

In Ireland right now it is not snowing.

What do you expect in September?

A day to remember.

It has all been most interesting an old lady said on her deathbed.

Maybe she was being sarcastic someone said.

Tich Ennis

18th September, 2017

The Absolute Truth

Are you waiting for the absolute truth from me?

You may be waiting a long time, its all relative you see.

I do not have your history nor you mine.

Wait, maybe things will turn out fine.

The truth is true in principle, not fact.

Be careful how you act.

You have a different history than me.

You are you and I am me.

Will your future be better than your past?

The burning question, I end for now at last.

Look inside, you have nowhere to hide.

Why should you anyway?

Be born today.

This means what it means to you.

You know what to do.

Me too.

Tich Ennis

16th September, 2017

Strange Prayer

I’d have to be better than God to give up smoking.

Only joking.

I am pretty old but I haven’t given up yet.

Living that is, and the old wine cup, you bet.

Alright, beer, or as I call it, stout.

Am I found out?

Lord make me good but not yet was Saint Augustine’s prayer.

Before he became a saint, I am not there.

To be smoke free would improve my financial position.

Otherwise I am in good condition.

Heal thyself, physician.

To give up would make one or two people glad.

And I would be less mad.

Not bad.

If God is doing the right thing then its up to me.

The rest is history.

Or should I say the past.

I was a trawler fisherman, my years before the mast.

I end in inconsequentiality.

Wait and see.

Tich Ennis

12th September, 2017