Category Archives: Conversation

Argument

Can you listen to the Devil and demolish his argument?

Do you believe a lie is Heaven-sent, your chance to prove the true, at last the real you?

If so I shall attend your disputation.

If not, I avoid without hesitation.

Argument does not necessarily mean a row.

A student should know that, anyhow.

When all are white collar who will drive the plough?

Tich Ennis

11th October, 2018

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Nearly Everything

Nearly everything people tell you is wrong, what’s that song?

Christ said put not your faith in man, I include women too.

Do you?

Just the other day a woman had something to say.

She was proved wrong next day.

If you say something I’ll wait and see.

That’s me.

Who said it, is that true?

I wouldn’t believe it if I was you.

So what, I don’t care, if it happens it happens, oh yeah, pigs might fly.

Its all my eye.

Tich Ennis

6th October, 2018

Waiting For Tomorrow

I’m waiting for tomorrow when the money comes rolling in.

What will I do with it, I won’t buy a bottle of gin.

I’ll go to the bank and pay interest on my credit card loan.

Then I may call to the pub before finally going home.

I’ll buy some cigarettes and maybe pay for some I got on credit in a shop.

My money will be disappearing, but not quite to the last drop.

I may go to the café and possibly meet a girl.

Whatever, its not the end of the world.

Tich Ennis

19th 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

Your Face

I saw you once with worry on your face every other time you were filled with grace.

I saw you walking in the Sun you smiled and so did I.

I said hello I did not say goodbye.

We went our separate ways I hope we meet on other days.

I have not yet sold you my book, I hope you read and look.

A ray of sunshine in this life of mine.

A glass of wine.

Who knows maybe some happy day you and I will find our way.

Until then I remember your face.

Charm and grace.

Tich Ennis

7th July, 2018

My Dead Brother

Me: What did you think when you died and found there is an afterlife after all?

He: I was pleasantly surprised.

Me: I’m glad you’re there, I thought you might be a figment of my imagination.

He: I am.

Me: Have you met Plato and Aristotle and people like that? Have they a lot to say for themselves?

He: They said it already.

Me: You said meaning is a construct people try to put on things. What does that mean?

He: You’re too clever by half.

Me: Compare me with Einstein.

He: He’s only trotting after you.

Me: You said you always knew you would have to die sometime.

He: I was right.

Me: You said I am a machine. Am I artificially intelligent?

He: Not very.

Me: Helena said the good thing about dying is you don’t have to learn any new gadgets. The world is afflicted with gadgetomania.

He: You can have too much of a good thing.

Me: A poet said these words, half in love with easeful death. Also, intimations of mortality. You had those. How are your faculties?

He: Alive and kicking.

Me: Who said, all I know is I know nothing? The one who drank hemlock.

He: Ask God or Google. Google is quicker.

Me: You’re dead right. Rest in pieces.

He: The only letters I have after my name are R.I.P.

Me: Rip van Winkle. Is this enough to be going on with?

He: More than enough. See you shortly.

Me: I’m in no hurry.

He: You never were. What’s new?

 

Tich Ennis

21st June, 2018

Flower

I saw you walking by with a flower in your hair.

You did not see me there.

I said hello, you did not hear me though.

Girl I barely know.

You have charm.

God between us and all harm.

I’ll chance my arm.

You are a beautiful view.

The Sun comes shining through.

That’s you.

A ray of sunshine in a world of grey.

Have a nice day.

A lot of people have worry on their face.

You have grace.

Smiling face.

Tich Ennis

19th June, 2018