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Peir Leonard

Can you be a rose without a thorn, don’t leave us forlorn.

You got elected, not as you expected.

So you are independent, not of common sense.

Don’t sit on the fence.

You may expect haters on your Facebook page, people filled with rage.

Threatening you and your family, those you love.

Far from Heaven above.

I cannot advise you to have a thick skin, delete and ignore.

Such messages are more than a bore.

Don’t dwell on Hell.

Tell them to get well.

I am a poet as you know, TS Eliot said truth is what is most hated, don’t let that get you down.

Look after Arklow town.

Love the sinner, hate the sin.

Where to begin?

Be constructive, not destructive.

Constructive is productive.

Say what you mean, mean what you say.

Every day.

I for one have hope.

I am a funny dope.

When you have nothing to say say nothing, mere words go nowhere.

Don’t waste your sweetness on the desert air.

Christ was angry with the moneychangers, let your voice be heard.

Truth is more than just a word.

Be, see, speak and do.

What more can I say, its up to you.

The ship is alright, it depends on the crew.

May your sky be blue.

Its early days yet, as we say here.

If you let me down there’s always beer.

Consolation is near.

Some become disillusioned, you say you’re there for the long haul.

Maybe a seat in the Dail?

Who knows what happens, you must learn the ropes.

Don’t treat everyone as dopes.

We all have hopes.

This poem is rather long.

I hope I did not get it wrong.

Christ said put not you faith in man, was that sexist?

Are you the one he missed?

You are a woman who has got her chance.

If I was young I might ask you for a dance.

I mean my jokes and everything.

You be queen, I won’t be king.

That sort of thing.

Tich Ennis

2nd June, 2019

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My Fellow Citizens

My Fellow Citizens

(To Sylvester Bourke, Pat Hoey, Pier Leonard and Chantel Kangowa, my preferred candidates in Arklow local elections. As of now. Please circulate widely.)

         I fully intend to vote for one or more of you in the forthcoming election or elections. Why? I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt. Whose doubt? Mine. You have yet to prove yourselves in this great façade we call life, or something like that.

As far as I know, but who am I to say, you are reasonable facsimiles of human beings. Robots can be very realistic and getting more so all the time. Once I vote for you, if I vote for you, that’s it. I’ve burned my boats. I’m stuck with you until the next election, if you get elected.

Speaking as a semi-lunatic, driven mad or half mad by circumstances beyond my control, but that’s life, isn’t it, yes, as I said before, I strongly intend to vote, if I get around to it, which I expect I will. But don’t count on my vote, let the counting officer do that.

My point is I will have to put up with you for 4 years if you get elected but you will ignore me completely. That may be mutual. I have better things to be doing than thinking about politics all the time.

People like me are the electorate, for better or worse, and require representation. How can you be one of us and not one of us at the same time? Can you square that circle?

This may be a joke but someone said all politicians should be taken out periodically and shot. That’s fairly funny if you’re not a politician. There is still hope. You may not be elected.

To quote Samuel Beckett, everything is futile, it would be better never to have been born. He also said try again, fail again, try again, fail better.

He was more or less a comedian, not to be taken too seriously.

I too am Irish. So what? If I was born somewhere else I would be something else. And equally ashamed or proud, or probably both at once.

All good things come to an end, including life itself, good or otherwise. So you are going to make my life better. Says who? I didn’t make much of a job of it myself. I can’t really blame you. Not yet, anyway.

The torch was passed to another generation and they lit a marijuana cigarette with it. Fine words butter no parsnips. But they’re better than nothing.

To quote Dean Swift, and why not, in his self-written obituary:

He left the little wealth he had

to build a house for fools and mad,

and showed by this satiric touch,

no nation needed it so much.

 

End of quote.

What is your price? Will you fulfil my requirements? Do you endeavour to give satisfaction? Or do you just want to get elected?

I will sign my vote in blood. That sounds good, doesn’t it? Not mine, I hope.

A cynic is a person who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing – Oscar Wilde.

I know the price of a pint of Guinness, four sixty in my favourite hostelry, less in some places, more in others.

Have you read Less is More? Or Small is Beautiful? Neither have I. I recommend them to other people. Not written by Irish people, but we can’t all be Irish.

What’s wrong with Ireland that you want to make it better? A patriot is a person who says a country is the best in the world because he was born in it – G. B. Shaw (also Irish).

Karl Marx said something else but he wasn’t Irish. He once said smokers of the world unite, you have nothing to lose but your chain smoking. Or something very like it.

So, okay, if you get elected we won’t have to put up with each other for four years. I look forward to that. An amicable divorce. We all make mistakes.

Any of you could turn out to be another Hitler, Pol Pot or Shane Ross. God help us all. At least you’re not Nigel Farrage, not so far, anyway.

Are you good at soundbites? Do you tweet often? What have you learned from Donald Trump?

Okay, that’s it, fateful Friday approaches, the day of reckoning, when the sheep are sorted from the goats, the men from the boys, the girls from the women, the good things from the bad things. I’ll see you in Heaven, Hell, Purgatory or Nirvana, whatever you’re having yourself. Destiny awaits. Many stirring words have been spoken, I am stir crazy hearing them.

Ok, I’ll vote for you, something is better than nothing. Or so they say. That’s for me to know and you to find out. Take it on the chin. Roll with the punches. Let Katy Taylor be your role model.

Arklow forever! Or the time being, anyway. Sorry for taking up so much of your time and mine.

Still, you could be in jail. Cheer up!

P.S.

I asked a woman was she a politician, she said she hasn’t sold her soul. A man I repeated that to said politicians have no soul. He used the eff word.

Anglo Saxon is a gift bestowed on us by the English on their departure. We are fluent speakers.

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Tich Ennis

22nd May, 2019

 

Election

Who will get most drunk after the election, those who lost or those who won?

To the electorate elections are fun.

We see them squabbling, we say they’re all the same.

Is politics a game?

Some say the army should take over, or maybe Kim Il Jung.

Have it your way, have the best songs been sung?

Why must I vote?

To rock the boat?

At least keep us afloat.

Many say no one would vote for me.

I agree.

Wait and see.

Historic history.

Shall I destroy the virginity of my voting slip?

Shoot from the hip.

That’s my tip.

Everyone wants to go to Heaven but no one wants to die.

Don’t ask why.

Angelic voices say put me in the choir.

What do you promise, Heaven or Hellfire?

At least you’re a trier.

Don’t drive on a flat tyre.

Mr. and Miss Santa Claus, must I believe?

God bless your innocence, may you achieve.

Tich Ennis

21st May, 2019

Oppose

Should I oppose, Heaven knows.

What, nudists wearing no clothes?

I am opposed but what difference does it make?

Almost everything is fake.

Should I shut my mouth, beware of the gun?

Is it illegal to have fun?

Why, for instance on a beach near where I used to live have they made it illegal to fly a kite?

May children play, alright.

Do not go gently into that dark night.

I do not want to fight.

But right is right.

Tich Ennis

15th May, 2019

Doris Day

Doris Day has died at the age of 97.

Did she go straight to Heaven?

Her goody goody image was not true.

I’m telling you.

She was very good at what she did.

She was around when I was a kid.

Ok, I thought her stuff was a bit slushy.

And mushy.

She was an entertainer of the old style.

Modern folks would run a mile.

Better than being eaten by a crocodile.

Mush was the thing.

Then Elvis came along, he was king.

Ok, then he went slushy too.

In Las Vegas do you enjoy the view?

Tich Ennis

14th May, 2019

Dead Friends

Are your dead friends always here, the ones with whom you drank beer?

They live in your thoughts and feelings, you wonder what they might say.

They haven’t gone away.

I could talk to them all day.

Don’t take me literally for Heaven’s sake or they’ll take me to a loony bin.

What is sin?

The Hindus have nine deadly sins, which one do you choose?

Don’t step on my blue suede shoes.

Rock ‘n’ roll is dead and gone but lives on.

Carry on.

Tich Ennis

30th April, 2019

Muslims

Most Muslims are not bombers nor would they ever be.

Jack the Ripper is history.

Why judge people by their worst, many haters are white.

And every other colour too, good night.

Whoever you are, whatever colour, maybe someone hates you.

And loves you too.

Are haters a minority or majority, I say the worst are few.

Don’t let them mislead you.

Don’t let bullies take control.

Would world war satisfy your soul?

Most people don’t want other people telling them what to do.

Would you?

Religions claim to be of peace and love.

When, Heaven above?

What about now?

It matters to me anyhow.

Tich Ennis

18th April, 2019