Category Archives: Topical

Way

Which way to the world and which way back?

Can I get in through a crack?

I am a poet no one knows.

I wear old clothes.

I have a big nose.

I like the word penumbra but I haven’t got one of those.

Must I toil and weep and moan?

Who pays for my telephone?

I wend along my meandery way.

Never forgetting bills to pay.

Who hears what I have to say?

One or two, maybe you.

Tich Ennis

9th October, 2017

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Contribution

If nearly everything is rubbish should I contribute?

If I say something you don’t like do you say shoot?

If you wish to shoot your mouth off does someone say shut up?

You must be a looney, you must be a nut.

If you have a screw loose what I say may be no use.

Ask yourself the same, two can play this game.

Who gives you or me the right to choose?

Don’t step on my blue suede shoes.

Tich Ennis

4th October, 2017

Think

Why is it illegal to think?

I ask myself, I have a drink.

Be careful what you say.

They might lock you up today.

Or shoot you if they have a gun.

You’re not the only one.

In Poland they had gutters in police stations to let the blood run out.

Some still thought their system better, they had not found out.

Who says its all sweetness and light here?

I turn to beer.

Utopia is atop the hill, next to the looney bin, they’re climbing still.

Will they ever get there? If they have the will.

Tich Ennis

30th September, 2017

Genocide

Long on diagnosis, short on cure.

I listen and I hear, must I endure?

Alright, I’m old and easily bored.

Have I missed the point through inattentiveness, metaphorically I snored.

Is this what gives academicism a bad name, gentlemanly, polite, you know the game.

Long live civilisation whatever that may be.

What’s the answer to genocide, a cup of tea?

Your answer, BBC.

Tich Ennis

27th September, 2017

Sayings

You can’t reveal the truth without revealing yourself. So it has been said.

I am alive, not dead.

The truth, when perfectly expressed, is incontrovertible.

I never owned a convertible.

The truth, though imperfectly expressed, is still the truth.

I read these sayings in my youth.

Is there something else I have forgotten?

Eugene O’Neill wrote A Moon for the Misbegotten.

Yes, T.S. Eliot said the truth is what is most hated.

This is the end of this poem, I’m glad you waited.

It is necessary to confront evil in order to defeat it.

You know it when you meet it.

I thought I’d throw that one in.

To leave it out would be a sin.

Tich Ennis

17th September, 2017

Mental Health

Is the world driving people mad or is it just each other?

Civil war is brother against brother.

There are more in mental institutions than before.

Indifference and contempt are part of the cause.

And I suppose ridiculous laws.

Officialdom has a lot to answer for.

Who wants war?

The sheer insanity of what is treated seriously.

Have people forgotten the meaning of humanity?

Madness is not sanity.

I blame the ones who say that they are sane.

They give gentle folk a pain.

Tich Ennis

12th September, 2017

To Do

I want to fix the world and bring an end to war and want.

The truth is staring me in the face, I can do it and you can’t.

I left home today without eating porridge.

I ate from the tree of forbidden knowledge.

As I walked to the café I saw litter on the ground.

Sometimes I pick some up, it would make a mound.

I ordered a breakfast, it costs eight ninety-five.

I want to stay alive.

When will I get around to doing the things I want to and should do?

Would it incur your displeasure if I say the same to you?

Tich Ennis

11th September, 2017