Category Archives: Drama

Ireland’s Own

To see my face in Ireland’s Own, will I make Rolling Stone?

If the media won’t come to me must I come to thee?

Wait and see.

A wealthy patron would suit me well, not a penniless beggar, what the Hell?

I am my patron, who my fan, maybe you, merely a man.

Oul’ wans and ould lads like my stuff, my edges may be rather rough.

We all get old, time passes by, another year, don’t make me cry.

So then my face is not unknown.

Throw this raggy dog a bone.

Tich Ennis

1st January, 2017

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Near Death Experience

I had a near death experience the other day while passing by a graveyard.

I tried to smile, not very hard.

I thought how convenient, they won’t have to carry me far.

If I must be run over let it be a Rolls Royce car.

Don’t put a plaque on my house yet.

I am as alive as you can get.

Life is an each way bet.

I don’t know what the Hell that means but say it anyway.

Just passing time of day.

Tich Ennis

1st January, 2018

 

Converging Concepts

Maths, art, science, literature, philosophy, religion are converging to a single point.

A Russian scientist said that, whom the saints anoint.

Speaking for myself, I concur.

I who infrequently err.

Love is where you find it wherever that may be.

An old pop song or a cup of tea.

Did Adam and Eve do wrong or did they make a mistake?

The Reader’s Digest said that in my years of heartache.

I made mistakes in my time.

Who is without crime?

Everything should rhyme.

I do be and I does be talking rot.

That’s not all I’ve got.

Whoever is responsible, thanks a lot.

I think this poem is rather good but who am I to say?

Have it your way.

Perhaps the last two lines should be in parentheses or, as you might say, bracket.

If you have a bad child do you smack it?

Tich Ennis

4th December, 2017

Midnight Hour

At the end of the day it’s the midnight hour, that’s self evidently true.

I’d believe it if I were you.

Twelve midnight, not half past two.

Truism is a word you may not have heard.

It means self evidently true, not false, absurd.

One and one makes two.

That’s an example, a free sample.

We’re born, we live, we die, all that stuff.

If you don’t like it, tough.

There’s no getting away from it, the truth is true.

Believe it or not its up to you.

To believe in the true.

I would if I were you.

I do.

Tich Ennis

30th November, 2017

 

It

It all came out of nothing or almost nothing or so they say and made what we see today.

It they are right it will eventually implode after all they said it did explode.

Fragments returning to their preternatural state, is that our fate?

Well yes and no don’t say I told you so.

Once upon a time a long time ago all continents were one.

What, even the Sun?

Here I refer to the magical number one.

It’s a small step from infinity, goodbye, I’ve got to run.

Tich Ennis

16th November, 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

Screaming Headlines

Oh God is it the end of the world right now?

I’m not ready anyhow.

You mean like that’s it?

Time to quit?

I have things to do, I don’t know about you.

If I believed what you say I’d call it a day.

Heck, its not that bad.

One of us is mad.

Is it your job to make us worry?

Be in a hurry?

Pull the other one, its got bells on it.

I’m not ready to quit.

That’s it.

Tich Ennis

11th November, 2017