Category Archives: Judgement

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


White Hat

I’m waiting for a man in a white hat.

He’s not coming, that’s that.

In fiction the good guys win.

We like that, when will it begin?

In real life I mean.

Not on the silver screen.

I have no white hat, I’m just a man.

An ordinary guy without a plan.

I have a green hat which I do not wear.

Is anybody there?

Well, I am.

I have my finger in the dam.

Should I get on my horse instead?

Or stay in bed?

Technically, I have no horse, not even of the four wheel kind.

I wield a pen, never mind.

With a pencil I write these words.

Is singing for the birds?

Let me throw a wide open question out to you.

What should I do?

Say one and one makes two?

Tich Ennis

5th November, 2018

Agreeable Me

I tend to agree with what people say, agreeable, that’s me.

Except whey they talk tripe, some fruit is overripe.

You need to hear both sides of the case, a real judge does, wash your face.

Am I all right and you’re all wrong, is that your song?

I hear you on radio and TV, you are disagreeable, you see.

I wish you wouldn’t all talk at the same time.

I recommend one microphone at a time.

The angry are so sure and certain.

Can both sides be right, bring down the curtain.

Tich Ennis

3rd November, 2018


It does mean now.

A metaphor, a parable, an apple falling from a bough.

In principle it’s the principle of things.

Ask peasants and kings.

The principle applies, get wise.

You must learn to apply.

Apply or die.

That’s life, your story, the story you tell.

Now and forever you sound the bell.

The bell may be cracked, who cracked it, you?

Fix it, fix it, fix it, that’s what to do.

Have I made my meaning clear?

Now is not next year.

Now is here.

Here and now.

Put your hand to the plough.

Tich Ennis

30th October, 2018


Your man thinks he knows everything but could he catch a calf, can he make a haystack?

If he saw things through my eyes would he think he was so wise?

I know he has two degrees, I’m sick of hearing about it, he brings me to my knees.

There’s no fool like an educated fool said some man who should know.

I have a herd of cattle to sell, I bought them this morning.

I would not have come if I knew you were here, next time give me warning.

You could bore for Ireland with all your show off talk.

You don’t impress me though you try, oh brother take a walk.

It takes all sorts to make a world and some of them are nuts.

Mr. Eccentric shut your mouth with all your ands and buts.

I see you coming and I groan.

End of moan.

This poem is incomplete, not a complete demolition job.

I’ll leave that to God.

Go ahead, tell him a thing or two.

That’s just like you.

I know this poem does not rhyme in every line.

Next time.

Tich Ennis

30th October, 2018


The sins of others are very easy to see.

Who will tell my sins to me?

The truth is what is most hated, T.S. Eliot said.

Is it a secret until you’re dead?

I have been told I’m too perceptive.

The truth is a corrective.

What about those who don’t want to know?

Tell them, they shut up and go.

The Devil is a moving target, or evil if you prefer.

Its all around, spoken by him and her.

Good liar is a self contradicting term.

Hear the lie, disprove it, don’t be a worm.

So the sinner speaks to you.

May I speak only what is true.

I have been told I’m silly to smoke.

I don’t inhale, is that a joke?

Tich Ennis

29th October, 2018


A virgin poem, never read.

This poem is alone in bed.

Alone, unhonoured and unsung.

This bell has never rung.

Now she makes her debut.

Cinderella, where’s your shoe?

Do you know one and one makes two?

Maybe meet a mathematician or conjuror or children’s party magician.

Get out and about.

Dance, romance.

Being wise is sometimes silly.

Be happy with your Hillbilly.

Tich Ennis

25th October, 2018