Category Archives: Freedom

Way

Which way to the world and which way back?

Can I get in through a crack?

I am a poet no one knows.

I wear old clothes.

I have a big nose.

I like the word penumbra but I haven’t got one of those.

Must I toil and weep and moan?

Who pays for my telephone?

I wend along my meandery way.

Never forgetting bills to pay.

Who hears what I have to say?

One or two, maybe you.

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

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

All Roads

All roads lead everywhere unless it’s a cul-de-sac.

If it’s a cul-de-sac turn back.

On a straight road you can’t go round the bend.

A long road seems to have no end.

May the road rise up to meet you and the wind be at your back.

A long straight road is called a tramp’s heartbreak, that’s a fact.

Boreen means small road, or maybe a lane.

Here I mean, not in Spain.

Dark alleys have a bad reputation.

In more or less every nation.

Don’t believe you can’t get there from here.

At the end of the road enjoy a beer.

Tich Ennis

9th September, 2017

Mirror Two

The past shouldn’t have happened, so some people say.

Yeah, well, what about today?

Like, what’s happening man, as the hippies say?

Is everything okay?

We can do nothing about the past but we can work now.

If we bother, anyhow.

If we know the past is wrong what is our present song?

Why can’t we get along?

The past is more or less the same as now, people made mistakes, and how.

And we make them now.

Today will be the past before you know it, who will blame you then?

Other men?

The time we can change is now, the past is over anyhow.

Forget the past, do not relive it.

If he did you wrong, forgive it.

Who is perfect, who’s all wrong, is what aboutery your song?

Bear no grudge, do not complain or we forever live in pain.

A child knows happiness is best.

I lay down my pen, I take a rest.

Listen to the child you were.

Let us not kill him or her.

I say what everybody knows.

You say shut up, I suppose.

So on and on it goes.

Stepping on each other’s toes.

Do you want war to end?

In that case I am your friend.

Make do and mend.

Tich Ennis

9th September, 2017