Tag Archives: Feeling

Cold House

It’s a cold house for poets who have no money.

If I had a sense of humour I might think that was funny.

Do we need the internet in the internet age?

Yes we do, we write on a page.

I want feedback, some, some voices bring me joy.

How may I communicate with them through a broken toy?

My internet is down, I have not paid their bill.

I ought to ring them up and say I will.

I postpone things, that is my sin.

When do I begin?

I’ll go to the café and have a coffee and a smoke.

I am a joke.

I have a sense of humour, that is no rumour.

Just when things appeared to be starting to go well I descend into Hell.

Oh well.

I hold back, that’s my crime.

Have I endless time?

Is it best to know the worst, does the worst come first?

I should try before I die.

Things are not as bad as you think, it is better to swim than sink.

I guess I’ll do it after all.

I’ll give them a call.

Can a cold house become warm?

I’ll give it a chance. Sure where’s the harm?

I believe in charm.

Fortune favours the brave.

I have my soul to save.

Could I save yours too?

That’s the thing to do.

Can poetry save my soul?

Make me whole.

To be precise I’m nice.

Don’t think twice.

That’s my advice.

Okay, I’ve done it and its done.

I am my father’s son.

Tich Ennis

21st March, 2017



My internet and emails are cut off because I have not paid my bill because I cannot afford to.   I have my cd to publicise but can’t, for that reason. Life is getting me down into a hole. I owe about 2 months payment to my internet provider. Due to circumstances beyond my control.

Is there any point in bellyaching? None whatever. And my emails stopped working outwards due to a bug.   I sent some today using another service or program, but alas no more.

A broke poet. What else is new?   I write this to see if I can or cannot put anything on my blog, maybe yes, maybe not. I will soon find out. Incommunicado. God is not dead, the lines are down. Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible. Or if possible quicker.

So help me God. I can ask a friend, I owe him money already, or my sister who has not got much money. Who has?

This may or may not go on my blog, that is in the lap of the Gods, singular or plural. I am 76 years old. Or young. Does that make any difference? Not much, to me. At least I have my health.

Frustration. Happenstance. Its not all my fault. Only partly. I am not organisation man, the man in the button down collar. There are extenuating circumstances. It’s the system. Pelion on ossa. Know your Greek myths.

Hell on Earth. My life and welcome to it. Must I be a hermit? At least we have no car tax to pay because we have no car. Neither a borrower nor a lender be, etcetera, etcetera, you know the rest.

Moan and groan. The well known firm of lawyers.   Is there any hope? Yes. Still. Still I go on. Am I to write poetry for no reader at all, at all? Possibly. And things seemed to be going quite well. I am very happy with my film to publicise my cd. Now on the internet, for everyone else except me to see.

Okay, enough bellyaching. I will now attempt the impossible, try to put this on my blog, which may or may not work, my sweetness may be wasted on the desert air. Thanks to all my followers, yes Ankit, you too. Here goes nothing,

Tich Ennis

21st March, 2017

Art Not Science

Will art not science save the day, will the other go away?

Science means knowing, understanding is what art is all about.

Which do you want, to know or understand, will you take a lifetime to find out?

Must I spell it out in words a child could understand, a child already knows.

The king has no clothes.

So the story goes.

To understand means to love, treat each other with understanding.

No more grandstanding.

Tich Ennis

17th March, 2017

Living In The Past

Can the past last?

It’s disappearing fast.

Now you see it, now you don’t.

You think you hold on to it, you won’t.

Baby, I got news for you.

Now is true.

Tough luck if you don’t like it that way.

Tomorrow is another day.

Live now, make now alright.

Or else you’re spoiling for a fight.

Is a fight alright?

History is no mystery, a horror story.

To Hell with glory.

Live now and let live.


Must I spell it out?

Don’t shout.

Neither rob nor steal.

How would you feel?

Tich Ennis

2nd March, 2017

False Promises

Play my cd and you’ll never die.

You’ll gain wisdom.

Never ask why.

You’ll know the reason you are here.

You’ll know all and everything.

You’ll understand Summer, Winter, Spring.

Great Irish Songs in the answer to everything.

Have a drink on me.

The best is yet to be.

Wait and see.

It’s best to live in hope.

You dope.

Buy a skipping rope.

Why not elope?

Sing in harmony.

With me.

My promise I fulfil.

Climb a hill.

What’s false about that?

Is a white cat black?

Don’t answer back.

When is a lie the truth?

I promise eternal youth.

Spoken highly of in this advertisement.

You know what I meant.

It’s Heaven sent.

Play it and see.

I hope and think you will agree.

That’s just me.

A paean of praise.

The end of days.

Be mad for a while.


Tich Ennis

2nd March, 2017


The spirit of the age is one filled with rage.

As a monkey in a cage.

Let me out, let me out they shout.

Its all about.

Here, there and everywhere.

Its in the air.

What happened to love, Heaven’s above?

When push comes to shove.

Hate does not bring us to Heaven’s gate.

Heaven can wait.

We await our fate.

Hell, what is coming, a bomb?

Or kingdom come.

Is it time to return to source?

Of course.

Must I spell it out?

Hell is all about.

I speak in a whisper, not a shout.

Love will find you out.

Tich Ennis

17th December, 2016


Drugs are an escape from reality, why is reality so bad?

Are we mad?

Is Hell other people, as Sartre said?

Why do some people feel they are better dead?

They seek escape.

We are descended from an ape.

Does the great ape in the sky look at us and wonder why we choose to die?

An ape swings through the trees, eats bananas, picks off fleas.

They help each other, love their mother, forgive their brother.

Would that we were so.

We don’t want to know.

Madness too is an escape.

Behold the ape!

Who will lead us from the human zoo?

Me or you?

Technical solutions never work, nor does treating the symptoms not the disease.

Can we have real reality please?

True caring, sharing, taking people as they are.

Truth is the guiding star.

We drive each other mad.

Its that bad.

And sad.

Its better to be alive than dead, does that need to be said?

Dead to others, dead to hope, the mugger who kills you is on dope.

Does the elephant in the room speak too soon?

This is your moment beneath the Moon.

Someday hopefully the Sun will shine.

Water be turned into wine.

Its about time.

Tich Ennis

13th December, 2016