Category Archives: Comic verse

Poor

You don’t get rich writing poetry I have been told.

I have not discovered gold.

I spoke to another poet, he agreed.

Poets are people in need.

Still, its nice to find someone with whom you agree.

Who agrees with me.

Then why write, some might say.

I will answer that another day.

Love of words and love of life and truth.

To atone for a misspent youth.

Do I like the rich, do I prefer the poor?

I make no distinction, words endure.

As long as they are genuine, that’s all that counts.

I measure money in small amounts.

Tich Ennis

29th October, 2018

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Hopeless Case

Am I a hopeless case?

I have a distinguished face.

So I have been told, I am old.

Its all relative, ask Einstein.

Or a friend of mine.

The dinosaurs had distinction, then faced extinction.

Fossils remain, know your archeology, rheumatism gives me pain.

Regarding my hopelessness or other, ask my brother.

I make new friends, they know I exist.

Can I add you to the list?

Tich Ennis

25th October, 2018

Busy

Everyone is busy except me.

I am as busy as a monkey in a tree.

Darwin says I’m descended from an ape.

If I was Superman I would wear a cape.

I rang various people to no avail.

Are they all in jail?

For what crime, wasting time?

I might mention a coconut, I could, but.

Halloween is coming, spare a child a nut.

Tich Ennis

23rd October, 2018

Young People

Young people tend to say no one does something when they mean themselves, that’s true.

Do you?

I was unaware anyone knew everyone, I have not met that man.

Or woman to be precise, or orangutan.

Statistically speaking the population of the Earth is big.

They are not the same, some don’t eat pig.

When you say no one nobody you must mean you.

Other people exist too.

Stop saying no one does something when you don’t know or don’t mean what you say.

I don’t listen to rubbish, I go away.

I checked up, you’re wrong.

Sorry to confuse you with the facts, so long.

Tich Ennis

1st September, 2018

Stay

I wrote a poem, it was no good, I did not put it up.

Someone might say shut up.

I mean up on my blog for falling off a log.

I sometimes include things people say like nothing would surprise you today.

I have not gone away.

I’m here to stay.

Its always a fight to get things right.

Goodnight.

Tich Ennis

23rd July, 2018

Birthplace

Land of my birth what are you worth?

In pounds shillings and pence, have sense.

Foreigners choose to come here to live, why?

Is it a good place to die?

If you come looking for logic you came to the wrong place.

We are from another planet, outer space.

We are great at complaining, that’s a complaint.

Am I a foreigner, I ain’t.

Saint Patrick was a foreign saint.

Pubs used to be expensive, now you couldn’t give them away.

Are drink driving laws here to stay?

If young people ran things would everything be better or are they too busy boozing, or choosing?

Why doesn’t someone do something, who, me?

Wait and see.

If talking was a cure we’d all be well.

Make your own Heaven or Hell.

I’m stuck here anyway, I’m lazy.

Land of the crazy.

When someone says jump do you ask how high?

You are not I.

I did not choose my place of birth, I had no choice.

Land of James Joyce.

Why do Irish people emigrate?

Can’t they stand each other or at least tolerate?

The wind is so blowy I can’t write my poem, it turns over the page.

Yet I don’t feel rage.

Nothing’s ever perfect here.

I take solace in beer.

I drink therefore I am.

Do you want bread with your jam?

Shaw the Irish writer said a patriot is a person who thinks a country is the best in the world because he was born in it, funny but true.

I’ve met the type, have you?

They bore me to death, things are good because they’re good, not because of where they’re from.

There are good things about Ireland, don’t get me wrong.

Music, horses, pubs, talk, scenery to name a few or three.

Least of all me.

Can we agree?

I should have got a haircut today but that will have to wait ‘til Monday now.

Some say poets should have long hair anyhow.

En passant means in passing in French, so I speak.

When will I get through to you, the middle of next week?

Read between the lines, not all the time.

Talking too much is an Irish crime.

The Irish romanticise their history, don’t you?

I’ve got news for you, romance is not true.

Tich Ennis

7th July, 2018

Great Truths

You think you’re talking about others but you’re talking about yourself and your perception of the universe.

It could be worse.

Is the self a curse?

If I ask you will you tell me what to do?

Or only speak about you?

I for one believe in the Sun oh yes and the Moon.

Will enlightenment come soon?

Well yes, the Sun will rise another day.

That is all I have to say.

On this fantastic day.

Tich Ennis

7th July, 2018