Category Archives: sin

You

You never tell me whether you like my stuff, okay, what am I looking for, praise?

The end of days.

Lost in a maze.

See through the haze.

Is that the white flag of peace I see through the smoke or a bloodstained bandage, give my heart ease.

The turmoil and the tumult batter on.

When peace comes war is gone.

So I die and no one knows.

Do you prefer poetry or prose?

God knows.

Tich Ennis

23rd June, 2017

They

They don’t really want the truth, they just want point scoring.

That’s why people don’t like politics, that’s why they’re ignoring.

Should I say snoring?

Stop being boring

Tich Ennis

17th June, 2017

Crime Scene Investigator

I saw a guy with that on his tee shirt, I thought, what crime?

He looked more like a hippy, maybe he served time.

Perjury is committed thousands of times every day on both sides in court.

On my oath I heard that, the truth to abort.

I have some legal experience, but not vast.

I sailed before the mast, in my past.

I’ve seen the law from both sides, I sailed among the flowing tides.

Crimes against humanity are committed by just who?

Me and you.

Has Sherlock Holmes a clue?

Tich Ennis

15th June, 2017

Words Are Not Enough

How can I say it in words that contradict themselves?

There are books on the shelves.

Might they as well not have been written?

I am smitten.

Say, Why Our Children Can’t Read, to name but one.

Who is swayed by that under the Sun?

Even one?

If words could do it we are doing well.

In truth, though I hate to say it, we are in Hell.

Talk the talk or walk the walk or both?

We have truth by the throat.

Liars, liars everywhere.

Poisoning the air.

Lies kill, if we let them do it they will.

In the name of God do you want to live?

To love means to give.

Give yourself, give what you do your all.

When you hear music go with it, your ears are not a wall.

Must we sink in a sea of corruption, death and lies?

You know you don’t believe them, be wise.

All I ask, all you have to do, in everything be true.

Why oh why do you think that’s a tall order?

Who wants a wall on the Mexican border?

All it means is doing what you do.

Really doing it, for your sake and God’s be true.

Let yourself go, sink into a book.

Or film or whatever, if its good its worth a second look.

You know what’s good, its what suits you, and often many others too.

Don’t let others make up your mind, you own your brain, be kind.

Accept guidance from the good, they’re on your side the good ones, be as you should.

When you know if you know tell others, share.

If you care.

It’s a hard oul’ station as people in Ireland say and getting harder all the time.

We suffer from crime.

You can do this, you can’t, you can’t say that, who made the rules?

Crooks and fools.

Don’t be argumentative, don’t be like them, just do it.

Be yourself, there’s nothing to it.

Why do I have to tell you what a baby knows?

The king has no clothes.

The truth stands naked with nothing to hide.

When people cover up you know they lied.

Say what you mean, mean what you say.

You are as good as your word.

I go away.

The truth is here to stay.

It never goes away.

Truth is your friend.

I end.

Tich Ennis

14th June, 2017

Unwritten Books

Bubbles in the Bath by Wynne D. Bottom

Stains on the Wall by Hoo Flung Dung. He’s a Chinaman.

Heard in the playground at age ten. Need I be more specific? There were others, some of which I heard and others they would not tell me because they said I was too innocent. I would like a complete list of them for posterity’s sake, and to make me laugh.

They say everyone has a book in them, with some maybe it should stay there. At least in written form. We write the story of our own lives, for better or worse.

The nub of the issue. I die, I face God.

God: What did you do with your life?

Me: Nothing much. This and that. Kissed girls, drank beer, gave good parties. Danced. Listened to music. Went out. Talked with people, known and unknown. Had friends. A lot of nothing.

God: So I see.

Me: If you know everything why ask me? Is this a case of out of their own mouths they are condemned?

God: Something like that. And to pass the time of day.

Me: Am I going to Heaven or Hell?

God: It’s a matter of choice. Which do you prefer?

Me: I don’t know. Irish people say they want to go to Hell, all their friends will be there. People say Heaven would be boring.

God: What do you think?

Me: Perfection can’t be boring.

God: Have you met perfection?

Me: I’m talking to you amn’t I?

God: In real life?

Me: What we laughingly call real life. If I haven’t then something very close to it. From time to time.

God: Often?

Me: No.

God: What do you want?

Me: The same only different. A little of what you fancy does you good. Me too.

God: What were you told at school?

Me: We are vehicles for the truth.

God: What did you think?

Me: I don’t know the truth. Maybe I will when I’m older.

God: What age were you?

Me.: Ten.

God: Years?

Me: Not days. If you weren’t God I’d say don’t be stupid.

God: That wouldn’t be nice.

Me: Nice is fake good.

God: Now you’re talking.

Me: I thought the truth was something said in words.

God: What do you say now?

Me: It is done, not spoken. Words may be lies.

God: They often are. Too often. Words can be true.

Me: Words mean nothing if not put into action.

God: Did you follow that in your life?

Me: I wrote and spoke words. Often for fun. Shaw said if you want to write a comedy tell the truth. Nothing is funnier than the truth.

God: Do you love the truth?

Me: It’s the only thing.

God: If I send you to Hell will you convert others to your way of thinking?

Me: That’s the divil of a job.

God: I asked him but he was busy.

Me: I don’t know what to say.

God: I will put words in your mouth.

Me: Is this like being a Hindu, getting another go?

God: Keep going until you get it right.

Me: Is Hell eternal?

God: It could be. Maybe yes, maybe no. Not unless you want it to be.

Me: Why me?

God: That’s what they all say.

Me: I’ll have a go. I might as well be doing something as nothing.

God: That’s the spirit.

Me: Will I forget this?

God: Yes. You always do.

Me: Sorry to keep you waiting.

God: The man who made time made plenty of it. On the count of three, go. One, two, three.

Me: I’m gone.

After that brief digression back to unwritten books. Who will write a book to change the world? A friend asked that and said he knows it could not happen. Who believes in miracles? Some. Sorry to keep you waiting.

Tich Ennis

13th June, 2017

My Prayer

What prayer do I pray every day?

May my soul be pure.

Must pain endure?

What price happiness and joy?

Pure gold, no alloy.

For all, for everyone under the Sun.

When may a toy replace a gun?

I’m not the only one.

The only, lonely one.

If I am not good enough will someone else please write my stuff.

If not I’ll have to do.

Second best for you.

Alright, I’ll try.

Until I die.

May perfection be for you and me.

Truth, set us free.

Tich Ennis

2nd June, 2017

My Wish

I wish to speak the truth and be believed.

Is a tree more beautiful when bare or leaved?

God is truth, it once was said, now it is said that God is dead.

Dictators want you to believe a lie.

If you don’t say yes they make you die.

It is true many don’t believe their eyes, they believe in lies.

Out of the frying pan into the fire.

Kill a king and then expire.

It must be asked, what is belief?

I admire an Autumn leaf.

People believe what suits them or from hate or fear.

That is not belief, come here, come here.

A mother may love her child, that is true.

Why believe anything but the truth, I don’t, do you?

Your truth is what you are and what you do and how and why.

That is no lie.

Must I speak the truth before I die?

I’d say so, but what do I know?

As a child in the playground someone spoke these words to me.

This is part of my history.

You are a poet and you don’t know it, that’s what he said.

I am alive, truth is not dead.

I am no more important or less important than you.

That is true.

I go out to drink coffee and smoke.

I enjoy a joke.

I’m not sorry I spoke.

Tich Ennis

15th May, 2017