Category Archives: Zeitgeist

Education

Is education any good?

Some people believe in superstition, touch wood.

To educate means to draw out not to force in.

Look it up, begin.

Half the subjects in university are there to make money for the university, they are not real, you see.

Can art appreciation be taught, can knowledge be bought?

What’s wrong with working with your hands, with tools?

The working class are taken for fools.

Maths and science, reading and writing, they are good. And some few others, use your common sense, you should.

Don’t let them turn you into a fool at school.

Tich Ennis

20th June, 2017

Cosmic

Far be it from me to mention Mars.

Even further away are stars.

They don’t all have names or if they have them I don’t know.

I have not been introduced here below.

I know one is called North, possibly South, the morning star is somewhere about.

Its strange to think they are always there but can’t be seen in daylight, so there.

We are neighbours in the milky way, I know that for a fact, our galaxy, okay?

I could go on for a light year and a day.

I appear not to have mentioned the Sun.

I have not time to name every one.

I notice I mentioned I a lot.

Am I big in the Cosmos?

Not a jot.

That’s your lot.

Tich Ennis

19th June, 2017

 

Axe

Everyone has an axe to grind.

When I say everyone I mean nearly everyone, do you mind?

Take the media, for example.

Look at a cross sample.

Video, print, whatever.

Are they objective never?

Hardly ever.

Similarly in politics and people supporting football teams.

Fairness? Honesty? In your dreams.

My country right or wrong is an old song.

As some black guy said, why can’t we get along?

His name was Rodney King if memory serves me right.

The white police were spoiling for a fight.

Goodnight.

Who knows wrong from right?

We have wars, dislike and hate because we choose.

That is the news.

No wonder black men sang the blues.

You would in their shoes.

In wars we lose.

How many dead and wounded on both sides?

As fish in the sea in waves and tides.

Pick up the pieces after, son or daughter, from the slaughter.

A child knows peace is best.

Harmony, music, a friend and the rest.

Out of the mouths of babes came forth the truth.

Must young men die in youth?

I say no.

And so I go.

Tich Ennis

18th June, 2017

Deodorant

Do you use deodorant? No sweat.

What’s this, another stinking ad I’ll bet.

Because you’re worth it die in a dung heap.

Hopefully while you’re asleep.

Is it vulgar, is it rude to mention unmentionables, is it crude?

Is your name Ermintrude?

Why is a Latin name of a body part alright but not to say fart?

The scent of roses poets talk about, they don’t say smell.

It seems to me the same thing, oh well.

If you had a bath or shower you would not stink.

That’s what I think.

Tich Ennis

17th June, 2017

Theresa May

Theresa May is up a gumtree, she made a mess.

As she is first to confess.

Do you like her dress?

She is a power walker, power strutter, is she a nutter?

She appears to lack empathy, if you know that word.

Are grammar schools absurd?

So I’ve heard.

So said Jones minor of the lower third.

Well I suppose she learned a lesson.

We’ve heard her confession.

Margaret Thatcher did not have advisors, she made up her own mind.

Theresa is not that kind.

Tich Ennis

17th June, 2017

Rules Are For Fools

An indirect acquaintance of mine was in the U.N. army in Bosnia during the war.

That’s what the U.N. is for.

He and his comrades stood idly by while seven thousand men and boys were marched off to die.

I mean, be shot.

You probably heard of it, you hear a lot.

He said he felt awful, but what could he do?

I ask you.

The bloody bloodstained U.N. rules allowed them to do nothing, the fools.

If your house was on fire would you go on watching television? Oh well.

Welcome to Hell.

Rules are for normal circumstances not abnormal ones.

God preserve us from people with guns.

A man in Dublin would not leave a restaurant on fire because he paid for his steak.

The firemen dragged him out or else we would be at his wake.

For Heaven’s sake.

Some Irish guy said we’re Irish, we don’t do rules.

Now and then maybe but not always, we’re not all fools.

In dictatorships everything not compulsory is illegal.

Do rules apply to a Golden Eagle?

Tich Ennis

16th June, 2017

Intensity

The intensity of feeling when it is for something or someone good.

How can we understand things, are we lost in a wood?

How may I explain love and hurt and death and pain?

Must I explain all to you and me too?

I do my best, I am a smoker, drinker, thinker.

Can a man in a pub give the brass jug a rub?

Call forth the genie, make a wish, enlightenment is all.

I muse, I wonder, write words here, I love large and small.

Zeitgeist is a word that means the spirit of the age.

It is filled with hatred, greed, gluttony and rage.

Indifference is not quite complete.

When may true hearts meet?

I am quite old, must it go on like this?

Is there joy in life more than a lover’s kiss?

Oh bliss.

I’m not sure how to end this poem or my life.

Many girls could have been my wife.

What is or was or could be everlasting joy?

Playing with a hoop when I was a boy.

Tich Ennis

14th June, 2017