Category Archives: Conspiracy Theorists

Deity

God is always there when you look.

Otherwise a closed book.

Bad news they say comes in threes.

They don’t always speak the truth in times like these.

Tremendous obstacles may be overcome.

How long to kingdom come?

Acceptance may be the best way.

Tomorrow is another day.

Leave no stone unturned.

The traveller returned.

Seek and ye shall find.

Peace of mind.

You must really mean it, really do it.

Giving your all is all that’s to it.

Give yourself to what you do.

Then you know God is true.

God is self effacing, his message is be the same.

You will be glad he came.

This world lives in shame.

Who to blame?

God seeks no fame.

Do your best.

Life is a test.

Testing you.

Be true.

That’s what I should do.

Must I spell it out?

Do not doubt.

Half measures always fail.

True is the holy grail.

Its there waiting for you to find.

Make up your mind.

Its never too late until you’re dead.

Enough said.

I’ll take this as read.

To read means to understand, if you understand, then do.

How to be you.

Me too.

This poem could go on forever.

When will you understand, never?

If you understand then do.

I leave it to you.

Tich Ennis

14th August, 2017

Truth Tellers

Truth tellers are not welcome it seems to me.

Oh well, the best is yet to be.

Can I have a good cup of tea?

Look all around you, see the worst.

So much with lies and falsehood cursed.

Hear everyday ordinary political speech.

Is the truth beyond their reach?

Or ours.

Grow flowers.

I write by the way of a bouquet.

This is what I have to say.

People say what suits them not what they think about a lot of things.

This is true of many kings.

Note I do not say all.

Extremism could kill us all.

That’s all.

Tich Ennis

28th July, 2017

Zoo

A snake in the grass. The elephant in the room. The monkey on my back. A laughing hyena. Head-in-the-sand ostrich.

These and many other colourful metaphors describe the human zoo. We live there, there is no entrance fee. The demon drink. Okay, a demon is not an animal, although depicted as a horned beast, and tailed. Heads I win, tails you lose, that sort of guy.

What do you get when you cross a sheep with a kangaroo? A woolly jumper. That ancient wisdom is on a clay tablet of pre-1960 era, anthropocene. Our era, get used to it. Its all we have to go on.

In earlier, less enlightened times people would visit the local lunatic asylum to see the lunatics raving or otherwise. Now, the lunatics have taken over the asylum. This is the elephant in the room. A room with a view. Isn’t nature wonderful?

Nature red in tooth and claw, said Rudyard Kipling, who spoke a lot of sense. Sense is not popular in intellectual circles, see asylum above. Genius at a push, which is said to be akin to madness. But not the same thing. Different, yes. Vive la difference. The colours of the rainbow, from which all other colours are made.   No, the world is not monochrome, one colour, boring if so, but no.

Reality is multi-coloured, variety is the spice of life. As has been said, possibly by a parrot. Myself in that instance. Sheeplike. Bovine. Alright for sheep and cows. A bull in a china shop. A horse of a different colour. Or a person. Why not? Why indeed? Sameness is boring. But you knew that already.

I hesitated whether to call this piece Metaphorical Zoo, but no, not simple enough. Or A Zoo or The Zoo? The indefinite or the definite article, there is a vast difference. There I go again. Biodiversity in its infinite variety. The variety of human experience. My family and other animals, Gerald Durrell. Planet of the apes. A film, or movie if you prefer.   Your fellow humans.     Enjoy the show. Am I my brother’s keeper or my keeper’s brother?

Don’t try to understand other people’s motives. That way madness lies. One man’s philosophy, I do what I like and laugh at everyone else. Not my philosophy.   There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamed of in your philosophy, Shakespeare. My kind of creature.

Its not all bad or mad or sad, of that I’m glad.   This piece is subject to revision. As much else.   Hopefully the truth may evolve. It’s a slow process. Each must play their part. Must or should? That would be telling you.

Tich Ennis

10th July, 2017

Renegade

I am a renegade because I believe in meaning.

Is everybody dreaming?

Okay I’m old and old fashioned, maybe so.

I wish to speak the truth before I go.

Truth also is treated as false, dead.

How then is that true, that’s what I said.

How may this be true, meaning is meaningless?

If it means anything at all the speaker is a mess.

His sin I confess.

Confusion, illusion, delusion?

Excuse your intrusion.

Tich Ennis

1st July, 2017

That’s All

I self published a book of my writing. A person who read it said to my brother “He means what he says”. Why not? My father said say what you mean and mean what you say. I do. Who doesn’t? Many.

I have not got many likes or followers of my writing on my blog. I don’t want fake likers or followers.   If you like my stuff, like it, otherwise don’t say you do. Mean what you say. If your stuff is good I will like it and say so. It is good if you mean it, otherwise not. The world and especially the internet is full of fakes. We live in the post truth society. I am not a member. Are you? If so, go away or change your course.   There are genuine people. Those are the followers and likers I want.

I am not in the game of if you like my stuff I will like yours. How many times do I need to say it? I mean what I say.   I mean what I write. I believe words mean what they say. I said to a friend I may be unusual in that.   He said you are. So what?

There are many phrases, stance adopting, grandstanding, poseur, fake, pseud, I’ve had it up to here with the lot of them.   All day every day they’re at it.   The games people play was a book and a film. Never saying what they mean never meaning what they say. A song too.   And true. If you want to write be yourself, then you are true. Its that easy and that hard. That’s why people don’t do it. Show your feelings, for Heaven’s sake!   Then you are you. As you were born to be. To be or not to be, Shakespeare. Great writer because true.

To be original be yourself, as above. You are unique when yourself. Not a fake, a nothing. All artists and people worthy of the name are themselves, the genuine article, the real thing, and different. Not a copy. That’s how to be. It’s the only way. The world is crying out for the real thing. Give it to them. That’s my way, the only way. Yours too when you are you. People are sick to death of fakes and fakery. I am. I’m not the only one.

We have reached peak bullshit, a book says. If you don’t like it don’t do it. Belief is proved by action. Actions speak louder than words. The crap is as high as an elephant’s eye. You know that too.   So do I and many more. Not on my blog, or book if I write another.

Do you want the real thing? You know you do. Me too. These are my feelings.   What are yours? Share them. Tell them.   Show them. That’s you. Practice makes perfect. Stop faking! Mean what you say and say what you mean. Have fun while you’re at it. It’s the real thing or nothing. That’s all.

Tich Ennis

1st July, 2017

Depend

You can’t depend on the weather in Ireland or anything else at all.

Hear politicians talking, they might as well be talking to the wall.

They make no sense at all.

Ireland is rather small.

Does it punch above its weight in anything or is it fate?

We’re not bad at talking, when will we start walking?

We wrote some books, we sang some songs, we tried to right some wrongs.

Occasionally, once or twice, we get it right.

We emigrate, take flight.

Beannacht De libh, good night.

Alright.

Another wonderful day, as Beckett said.

Cheer up, you could be dead.

Tich Ennis

30th June, 2017

 

Toddler

Bemused, confused, I toddle on.

Who knows right from wrong?

Excuse my look of consternation.

I overhear your conversation.

So, some are older even than me.

Some younger too, I toddle on.

With whom shall I agree?

Someone, somewhere set me free.

Am I a slave until my grave?

Fortune favours the brave.

Each step I take nearer to my maker I make.

Should I put him right on a thing or two or is that me or is it you?

What’s a guy to do?

Ask you?

When all else fails observe jet trails.

Birds fly in the blue.

They know what to do.

Tich Ennis

30th June, 2017