Tag Archives: Environment

Protest

Why tell everyone what to do, what about you?

The environment so called, I want the Earth to survive and people to stay alive.

So what, what do I do, not a lot.

You could buy less plastic, don’t drive, walk, give up the talk.

Ok, Obama in the U.S.A. wanted to close Guantanamo, congress said no.

So what about what you wish, I may wish it too.

What do you do?

Tell your parents to give up their cars, how will you get your Mars bars?

Grow up, get sense, start acting now.

Don’t just say it matters anyhow.

Sit down protests do absolutely nothing except waste everyone’s time, including yours.

Virtue signalling its called, do you fly on tours?

A million marched against the Iraq war, did it stop?

Have you any cop?

I know young people like showing off and to rebel.

It appears we’re on our way to Hell.

I believe what you do, not what you say.

When you protest I look the other way.

The biggest polluters on Earth are the Chinese.

Protest outside their embassy if you please.

That will make no difference, they don’t tolerate protest.

When you grow up you will find common sense is best.

Stop telling others what to do.

What about you?

Do you say it makes no difference what you do, stop eating beef.

Your naivete is beyond belief.

Dictators tell everyone what to do and make them do it too.

The future is up to you.

To do something you must know how and have a way.

Otherwise why should people listen to what you say?

Stand for election if you can’t stand the people there.

Without a plan you will get nowhere.

No votes, not one.

None.

If you make enough of a nuisance of yourself for long enough lip service may be paid by politicians, is that enough?

Don’t play rough.

You need to change people’s mind, maybe someday, maybe too late the penny will drop.

As far as rubbish goes, stop.

Rubbish includes protesting and pollution.

What is your solution?

Did you ever hear of such a thing as a thought out plan?

When you have one I’m your man.

God bless your innocence, such as it is.

What you’re doing is showbiz.

Tich Ennis

30th April, 2019

Karl Marx

I should read Karl Marx but I’d be bored.

I slept, I snored.

Life is a serious condition if you look at it that way.

Serious people, go away.

The cure may be worse than the disease.

DDT kills fleas.

Also penguins in the Arctic Circle, it was banned.

Free us from plastic in this land.

People once thought aerosols were great.

What about the ozone layer, we make our fate.

Hell, I don’t want people telling me what to do.

Do you?

Tich Ennis

25th March, 2019

Orphan Jukebox

I gave a jukebox to the men’s shed, then they fell apart.

They want me to take it back, that would break my heart.

So to a rubbish dump it goes, why did the men’s shed close?

You ask me, human nature, they could not get along.

That’s a common occurrence here, its an old Irish song.

The jukebox hails from 1956, if put together it would do its tricks.

Valves and all that, great sound, destined for a rubbish mound.

A hundred records, two hundred songs.

Is a rubbish dump where it belongs?

Tich Ennis

26th October, 2018

Wandering

My mind wanders, is it too late to save the Earth?

Its our only planet for what its worth.

Or to bring about world peace.

Starting with the Olympic games in Greece.

Wind back, rewind, what did I say, remind, remind.

So I am old, quite likely losing my mind.

I love scenery and poetry, don’t leave it behind.

Tich Ennis

22nd October, 2018

Intelligent Stuff

When I write intelligent stuff, stuff that makes people think, no one likes it, they blink.

Do a person’s thinking for them and they love you, make them think and they hate you said some American guy.

He took the words out of my mouth, I have a brain, this person, I.

Oh well couch potato if that is what you are.

Some day you may get your TV from a star.

Meet me in the bar.

Tich Ennis

17th October, 2018

Coffee Shop

Am I the sole customer in the coffee shop?

Are bricks and mortar coming to a full stop?

Is mortality all its cracked up to be?

What about me?

Have I no one to talk to, no one with whom to converse?

It could be better, it could be worse.

Later I will go to the shopping centre, business is slow.

And to the cheap supermarket, then home I go.

The coffee shop is here, there are five.

Sometimes I wonder why am I alive.

What rhymes with strive?

Tich Ennis

17th October, 2018

Explain

Explain the world to me or must I explain?

Gaining understanding gives me pain.

The answer is in the question.

Teachers bridle at that suggestion.

Ask the perfect question, perfectly framed.

Simplicity is for what the great are famed.

Ask, but who to ask, yourself, that is your task.

Seek and you shall find said someone, never mind.

Untie the ties that bind.

You have a mouth and ears and eyes.

Use them to make a body wise.

The ties of ignorance are chains, cut loose.

Remove your gag and blindfold, what’s the use?

I speak to those with ears to hear.

The undiscovered country is right here.

Meanwhile I drink beer.

So it is down to me to explain.

Oh life, oh pain.

When you know the pain will disappear.

There is not far from here.

How may I make it clear?

I shed a tear.

What’s another year in jail, in Hell?

A year too much, free me from this cell.

So I explain, the key is you.

You know what to do.

I do too.

Explain.

An end to pain.

Explain.

Explain.

Explain.

Tich Ennis

1st September, 2018

Presidential Address to the United Nations

There is presently an election for president in the Republic of Ireland, only one candidate so far on the ballot, the present incumbent, who said when he stood seven years ago that he would not stand again. He was a politician, what do they say about politician’s promises?

He also said he was seventy years old, he could not help that. Now he is seventy-seven years old and counting.   Various other candidates have put themselves forward, all of the loony tunes variety. It is not enough to look in the mirror and say you’re great to be worthy of office.

With all due respect may I say it will be a case of voting for the least worst option. In the event of a tragedy in which all Irish people succumb to an unnamed disease except myself I now prepare myself for office as Eddy the Eagle represented Britain in the winter olympics some years ago, no one else having nominated themselves. I too am seventy-seven years old and have seen it all before. I’ve seen the world, I didn’t like it, and I quote. This is all by way of preamble.   As the boy scouts’ motto has it, be prepared. So here I go.

Speech

         My fellow human beings, what is to be human, or indeed to be? The genocidal maniacs among you may have your own answers, don’t all rush. I laugh that I may not weep. The moral high ground is getting overcrowded.

Capitalism is the exploitation of man by man, communism is the other way around. Life is a tale told by an idiot signifying nothing, don’t quote me on that. Man’s inhumanity to man. The remarkable equanimity with which we greet the misfortune of others. Power comes out of the barrel of a gun. All utopias end in dictatorship. All revolutions evaporate leaving behind only the slime of their bureaucracy.

It has all been said before but no one listened. Don’t confuse me with the facts. There’s no such thing as a free lunch. What are the lessons of history? History is written by the victors, and is written in blood. Who are the good guys?

Evil was vanquished, good triumphed and they all lived happily ever after, that is the meaning of fiction. A diplomat is a man sent abroad to lie for his country. Is mutual self interest enough to be going on with? What about the planet? Hows about that there then?   They knocked down Paradise and put up a parking lot.

Who has the answer? What is the answer? What was the question? As the only living Irishman may I ask this question, did I vote for myself? If so, I am not alone. One among many. We live in an age in which perception is treated as more important than reality. What else is new? Realpolitik means the reality behind the well practised smiles. The way things really are, you all know what I mean. I believe what you do not what you say.

Self preservation is said to be the strongest instinct, but what of the love of a mother for her child? Some sacrifice themselves for others, not all is lost. Some give their lives.

Its better to be a live coward than a dead hero. When a gun is pointed at you, you don’t argue. Not if you want to stay alive, which is the wish of all of us. Some rule by terror. You know who you are.

Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose, freedom don’t mean nothing if it ain’t free, and I misquote. Why are some words banned and illegal more or less everywhere?   What are you afraid of? That the others, the broad masses of the people are like you?

If you can’t beat them join them. I do not agree. Are things the way they are because that’s how people want them to be?   No. And you know it.   Who’s fooling who?

There are great scientific and medical advances and also in the weapons of warfare. Science is neither good nor bad, it depends what purpose it serves. That is a matter of choice, the choice of a human. What is good and bad? You know without being told. Is war ever good? Does the end justify the means? I say no, but who am I to speak? Power for its own sake is corrupt and corrupting. Anything for its own sake is bad. Also mad.

Power maniacs make life a misery for others, as can be seen and heard when the truth is allowed to be spoken. Which is not everywhere. As you well know. Shut up and eat your bun.

Fine words butter no parsnips. Actions speak louder than words. By their works shall ye know them, and we do.

It has all been said before and I say it again. Here goes nothing. You win some, you lose some. It cannot be said often enough that repeating yourself is boring. Ask a parrot. There are many, many in human form.

I know you all know you are important, you make that very clear. More important than others? No. I don’t like to disillusion you, but we should not live in illusion. Illusions are false, not true, lies. You are not more important than others, the same, no more or less. That’s all.   Nor is your country nor mine. I believe in equality, do you? Don’t answer that, your belief is proved by your actions.

When we stop putting ourselves first the world’s problems will be solved. Live and let live, let that be your motto.

You know all this already. It’s a well kept secret. The secret everyone knows.   Waiting to be spoken. Waiting to be told. Now it has been.

Don’t say I didn’t tell you. That’s telling you.

Go back to your luxury embassies and ponder my words. You have ears to hear and a mouth to speak, which is more than some people are allowed.   If you want a better world make it better. Start at home. But don’t finish there. Allow people to be themselves.

That would be a start.

You have to start somewhere.

I end. An end to illusion. No more heroes. No more lies. Peace and justice for all. Let’s not live in fantasy.

I choose reality. Pray to the God of your choice. May he forgive you. A deathbed repentance is too little, too late.

At long last love.

More later.

Tich Ennis

23rd August, 2018

 

 

 

Talking Cure

We give each other therapy, you and I, who has the cure, must we die?

Thanks for the talk therapy, I am not a dog.

I am allowed on the couch, neither am I a frog.

If I said I think I’m a spoon would you say don’t stir?

If I said I am transgender would you say him or her?

Was Freud a fraud, did he fiddle his results or what?

In which belief should I put faith, gobbledegook or not?

You are a friend who does not charge, at least you do not cost.

Just another member of the legion of the lost.

Tich Ennis

2nd August, 2018

The Poor And Injustice

The poor should not be crucified, why are they poor?

How long must injustice endure?

Don’t say its all their fault, life is a trial.

Would you help an old lady across a style?

I helped an old lady across a street and she prayed for me all the way over.

That was long ago, Very Lynn might have been singing the White Cliffs of Dover.

Some are beggars because of drugs, thrown out of house and home.

Others fell on hard times, some have a mobile phone.

The poor are the same as you and me but they have less money.

Being poor is not funny.

How would you like to die in a ditch?

It doesn’t often happen to the rich.

Tuppence hapenny looking down on twopence, gimme a break.

For God’s sake.

I certainly don’t want change at the point of a gun.

Guns are not fun.

Good luck everyone.

Tich Ennis

28th July, 2018