Category Archives: Present Tense


There’s usually more to things than meets the eye.

You may find that out before you die.

If not then.

Or when?

Remember the four year old boy drowned on a beach in Greece?

In designer clothes, poor, give my head peace.

The news is in the business of sensation, disneyfied, to shock the nation.

It happens here in Ireland too, don’t rush to judgement, would you like someone to do that to you?

A dead drug addict on the street outside the Dail, is that the whole story, not at all.

More or less believe nothing that you hear or see, its not that simple, read history.

The news is not news but views.

That sells papers, shock, outrage.

Turn the page.

Calm down, its not that bad.

The world is mad.

As presented to you, on radio and TV too.

The internet is the latest place for lies.

Does it fool the wise?

I said usually not inevitably always, trust your judgement, not some journalist.

In some cases speed is required, don’t ask me everything, I’m tired.

Like crossing the street or when your house goes on fire.

Once more I say may your judgement be good.

Don’t mistake trees for the wood.

Tich Ennis

5th December, 2017


One Day

If I said something totally one sided some of you would agree.

That’s not me.

You see.

Or rather, don’t.

Because you won’t.

It wouldn’t suit you.

So they shoot you.

The opposite point of view.

How like you.

I am on both sides and all sides at once.

Call me a dunce.

Maybe no side at all.

Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall.

One day I may make it clear.

When I have your ear.

What you already know.

I told you so.

Should I spell it out?

Say get the Hell out?

You’re good at that, damn good I say.

I’ll try another way.

One day you may have enough of acting tough.

Run out of lies and alibis.

When that day comes I’m here.

Join me in a beer.

Good cheer!

Tich Ennis

2nd December, 2017

Am I?

Am I a conventional poet am I damn.

I don’t know what I am.

Bread and jam.

I ate as a child, did I go wild?

What am I now anyhow?

The sum of all my experiences, pig and sow.

Behind the plough.

I’m experimental now.

Yes I believe oh God I do.

In you.

In that sense I might as well go to Hell.

Oh well.

To Hell and back for the crack.

I will be back.

When I know I’ll tell you so.

I am old and I am new.

You too.

Tich Ennis

29th November, 2017


I wonder should I say hello or should I say goodbye?

I wonder should I laugh or should I cry?

I wonder should I live or should I die?

As long as I keep wondering at least I am not dead.

When young my mother called me to get out of bed.

Sleepwalk or talk?

Do I talk in my sleep? How would I know?

I could ask a girl I used to know.

Some guy said I made sense when I was drunk, I should write it down.

Would I listen to a clown?

Tich Ennis

27th November, 2017


The effluxion of time is taking place even as I speak.

Before you know it it will be the middle of next week.

Seasons pass by one by one and days in two and threes.

Oh no, I got that wrong, forgive me please.

Watch the seconds ticking by on a digital clock.

Just how many have I left, don’t give me a shock.

There once was a beer called time about which someone made a rather rude joke.

If I repeated it here you’d say I should not have spoke.


My brother thought I should add this.

Its rude, it mentions piss.

An ad agency ran a slogan competition for the beer called time, slogans not necessarily in rhyme.

Some guy said pissing is a waste of time, he sent that in.

No sin.

He got a fiver in the post, they enjoyed his slogan the most.

Need I say it was never printed.

If it was an archbishop might have squinted.

I never pissed the beer called time.

End of rude rhyme.

Tich Ennis

23rd November, 2017

Clean Air

Current thinking is that times will change.

Opinions are not facts, a vet cures mange.

The mood of the times may be responsible for many crimes.

Does it matter if you change your mind, no doubt you do it all the time.

Assuming you have a mind of course, can you pick a winning horse?

I know you say there is no right or wrong, do Abba sing or scream a song?

So you say what suits you until someone shoots you.

With your dying breath you say all things must pass.

“May I be buried under imitation grass”.

So when they shot you they were neither right nor wrong nor good nor bad.

Believe what you like even if its mad.

Alright, you’re dead, you’re neither here nor there.

What else is new? Poison in the air.

Should I come out and say it straight?

You deserve your fate.

Tich Ennis

15th November, 2017


Don’t wonder about things, find out.

All you have to do is ask, that’s what its all about.

Its either yes or no or quick or slow.

If it doesn’t work try another way.

So I heard my mother say.

The world is full of wonder, magic, spells.

Pleasant and unpleasant smells.

I could say scent, you know what I meant.

Avoid the void of ignorance, look and find.

That way lies peace of mind.

Tich Ennis

14th November, 2017