Category Archives: Superstition

Anti-Foreigner

Being anti-foreigner gets you votes.

We want foreigners by the throats.

That cuts both ways.

We approach the end of days.

Tich Ennis

20th March, 2018

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Impossible Odds

Conquering false gods.

Love your neighbour as yourself, your neighbour is all mankind.

Someone said that, do you mind?

The gods of hate and greed we do not need.

Putting yourself first is the worst.

We are cursed.

Where do I begin?

I who sin.

I do not wish to live and die a lie.

Thank God for faithful friends and true.

I don’t know what to do.

Do you?

Be true.

The answer comes from me to you.

Via who?

Tich Ennis

1st September, 2017

Truth Tellers

Truth tellers are not welcome it seems to me.

Oh well, the best is yet to be.

Can I have a good cup of tea?

Look all around you, see the worst.

So much with lies and falsehood cursed.

Hear everyday ordinary political speech.

Is the truth beyond their reach?

Or ours.

Grow flowers.

I write by the way of a bouquet.

This is what I have to say.

People say what suits them not what they think about a lot of things.

This is true of many kings.

Note I do not say all.

Extremism could kill us all.

That’s all.

Tich Ennis

28th July, 2017

Renegade

I am a renegade because I believe in meaning.

Is everybody dreaming?

Okay I’m old and old fashioned, maybe so.

I wish to speak the truth before I go.

Truth also is treated as false, dead.

How then is that true, that’s what I said.

How may this be true, meaning is meaningless?

If it means anything at all the speaker is a mess.

His sin I confess.

Confusion, illusion, delusion?

Excuse your intrusion.

Tich Ennis

1st July, 2017

Depend

You can’t depend on the weather in Ireland or anything else at all.

Hear politicians talking, they might as well be talking to the wall.

They make no sense at all.

Ireland is rather small.

Does it punch above its weight in anything or is it fate?

We’re not bad at talking, when will we start walking?

We wrote some books, we sang some songs, we tried to right some wrongs.

Occasionally, once or twice, we get it right.

We emigrate, take flight.

Beannacht De libh, good night.

Alright.

Another wonderful day, as Beckett said.

Cheer up, you could be dead.

Tich Ennis

30th June, 2017

 

Toddler

Bemused, confused, I toddle on.

Who knows right from wrong?

Excuse my look of consternation.

I overhear your conversation.

So, some are older even than me.

Some younger too, I toddle on.

With whom shall I agree?

Someone, somewhere set me free.

Am I a slave until my grave?

Fortune favours the brave.

Each step I take nearer to my maker I make.

Should I put him right on a thing or two or is that me or is it you?

What’s a guy to do?

Ask you?

When all else fails observe jet trails.

Birds fly in the blue.

They know what to do.

Tich Ennis

30th June, 2017

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