Category Archives: I.R.A.

Religious Brother

You told me perfection is what we must try to achieve but perfection is impossible. You told the class.

And about Mary going to Bethlehem on her ass.

And you hit me.

You said love one another is what its all about quoting a man from long ago.

You hit people who did not know.

I understand you left the order and married later, in later years.

You instilled fears.

I still remember what you said, maybe you are dead.

You told us about the I.R.A. as if they were good.

Do you think you should?

I left school and was treated as a human being.

Its all about seeing.

To see means to understand.

Things are no better now, only different, in this land.

Some suck-up pupil said you were mad, one who liked your stories of the I.R.A.

What can I say?

Of course there is a lot more.

I don’t want to bore.

Tich Ennis

16th November, 2018

Past Versions

I am not an anarchist now but thought I might be.

Whatever flag I fly people will fight me.

When young, as others, I said maybe I am an idealist.

I looked it up, I said no, I’ll cross that off the list.

Communism appeared to have something to it but, in practice, Hell.

Some kind of socialism, half measures, people cooperating if they would.

But where does that work, nowhere so far.

Nazism I rule out, or fascism if you prefer.

I wear no label, don’t categorise.

I venerate the wise.

Nationalism is a no-no, nationalism kills.

When I find out what I’m about I’ll stop taking pills.

Actually, I don’t, I smoke and drink.

I sometimes think.

I muse, I am amused, confused.

But not very, don’t worry.

I leave no mark, I am no snail.

Still I lived to tell the tale.

I’m not much of a joiner, I bow to no king.

My last words may be I did my thing.

Tich Ennis

14th November, 2018

Save The World

If I wrote the perfect poem to save the world would you read it?

If I gave you a million pounds would you need it?

Would you thank me for it before you put it in the bank?

I don’t expect much of you, to be frank.

People everywhere breathe air.

Some wear masks, pollution doesn’t care.

Some say things are getting better, some say worse.

It’s a bit of both, here comes your hearse.

Who will save the world from us, from each other?

Are you leaving it to me and my brother?

Or another?

Tich Ennis

6th November, 2018

Left Right

If you go far enough left you come out on the right.

Good night.

Shut up and eat your bun.

We have a gun.

No fun.

Tich Ennis

13th April, 2018

Stigma

Because of stigma people won’t admit they’re mad.

That’s sad.

The cure is right within yourself, get with it, do it.

There’s nothing to it.

Mad is nothing, it means nothing, get that straight.

You are master of your fate.

Tich Ennis

13th March, 2018

Guns

Why not stop the infection at source?

That would make sense of course.

Should we all be armed against each other?

Who, your sister, father, mother, brother?

There are mad men out there so they say.

Shoot them and they go away.

Why are they mad, do you ever ask?

That is your task.

Do not cure the symptom, cure the disease.

Ask any doctor please.

Tich Ennis

25th February, 2018

Patreon – Maybe?

I am considering signing up for the artists’ patronage site, Patreon.  At a glance it appears good or maybe very good.  I don’t allow myself to get excited.  Some guy said he doesn’t believe in positive thinking because you think its going to happen and it doesn’t then you get all depressed.

Where have all the patrons gone?  Gone to the digital world, everyone.  There goes the mob, I am their leader, I must follow them.  After further consideration.  Look before you leap.  Yesterday we stood on the edge of an abyss, today we take a great leap forward – Russian politician.

My most recent poem blogged here, Sinn Fein, is not my most recent poem, I normally put them up chronologically, in order of writing.  I suppose I’ll get around to putting that earlier one up.   I need to read up about Patreon.

Its snowing here now, first snow I’ve seen for a long time.  Predicted, but predictions are often unreliable.  You can’t be wrong all the time.

About Patreon, when I know what, how, and why I may write further on that topic.  If it works, it works.  It appears to work for some, as far as I can see from a brief study.

I feel my stuff is uncategorisable, does not fit any niche or genre, I know some like it.  The real world and the virtual, the real world is more expensive.  Matter matters, matter costs.  Paper, ink, printing, plastic discs, but I like that world too.  It is my first love.

So I climb a learning curve.  Slow learner though I be.  I desire a comprehensive overview.  I feel it may take me three days to get there, the summit, apex, pinnacle, look up your thesaurus.  Top.  From where I will survey the scene.

Where to have the picnic?  Or whether, weather permitting.  The top will do, enjoy the view.  Birds may eat the crumbs.  The joy of alfresco, no floor to sweep up.  And if you spill your drink don’t panic.  Far from the kitchen sink.

Patreon here I come but will you notice?  New worlds to conquer, said the unwanted immigrant.  Napoleon was not French, I console myself with that thought.  An outsider.  With an objective view.

Does anyone want my tourist postcards?

Tich Ennis

16th January, 2018

 

Sinn Fein

Sinn Fein revealed for the sectarian murderers they are.

When will they find their guiding star?

Whatever happened to live and let live, to love means to give.

As for the Unionists why don’t you learn Scots Gaelic, its more or less the same.

Why play the hate game?

We’re all the same.

I’d like a borderless world, the Earth has none.

May we smile under the Sun.

Must I make it absolutely clear, borders are man made, creating fear.

Lets have no borders here.

Maybe next year.

When will tomorrow come, never, people say.

The IRA have not gone away.

Allow the children play.

That’s all I have to say.

Forever and a day.

A child waves at everyone passing by, even me.

They see.

When will truth be?

A child believes in friendliness, do not betray their trust.

We are made from the same dust.

Okay, Sinn Fein, you had your say.

Help make hate go away.

I have not joined the haters.

I am one of the waiters.

I don’t mean in a hotel.

What the Hell!

Tich Ennis

16th January, 2018