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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

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Rhyme

A poem to last for all time, is it a poem or a rhyme?

A rhyme is down to earth and dum-de-dum, a poem transcends and then some.

When the two of them combine I may turn water into wine.

Perhaps I’ll walk on water first then drink the wine to slake my thirst.

The blind may see, the deaf may hear, the dumb shall speak sometime, some year.

In the meantime here I am, a poet, one who gives a damn.

Tich Ennis

10th July, 2018

Birthplace

Land of my birth what are you worth?

In pounds shillings and pence, have sense.

Foreigners choose to come here to live, why?

Is it a good place to die?

If you come looking for logic you came to the wrong place.

We are from another planet, outer space.

We are great at complaining, that’s a complaint.

Am I a foreigner, I ain’t.

Saint Patrick was a foreign saint.

Pubs used to be expensive, now you couldn’t give them away.

Are drink driving laws here to stay?

If young people ran things would everything be better or are they too busy boozing, or choosing?

Why doesn’t someone do something, who, me?

Wait and see.

If talking was a cure we’d all be well.

Make your own Heaven or Hell.

I’m stuck here anyway, I’m lazy.

Land of the crazy.

When someone says jump do you ask how high?

You are not I.

I did not choose my place of birth, I had no choice.

Land of James Joyce.

Why do Irish people emigrate?

Can’t they stand each other or at least tolerate?

The wind is so blowy I can’t write my poem, it turns over the page.

Yet I don’t feel rage.

Nothing’s ever perfect here.

I take solace in beer.

I drink therefore I am.

Do you want bread with your jam?

Shaw the Irish writer said a patriot is a person who thinks a country is the best in the world because he was born in it, funny but true.

I’ve met the type, have you?

They bore me to death, things are good because they’re good, not because of where they’re from.

There are good things about Ireland, don’t get me wrong.

Music, horses, pubs, talk, scenery to name a few or three.

Least of all me.

Can we agree?

I should have got a haircut today but that will have to wait ‘til Monday now.

Some say poets should have long hair anyhow.

En passant means in passing in French, so I speak.

When will I get through to you, the middle of next week?

Read between the lines, not all the time.

Talking too much is an Irish crime.

The Irish romanticise their history, don’t you?

I’ve got news for you, romance is not true.

Tich Ennis

7th July, 2018

Your Face

I saw you once with worry on your face every other time you were filled with grace.

I saw you walking in the Sun you smiled and so did I.

I said hello I did not say goodbye.

We went our separate ways I hope we meet on other days.

I have not yet sold you my book, I hope you read and look.

A ray of sunshine in this life of mine.

A glass of wine.

Who knows maybe some happy day you and I will find our way.

Until then I remember your face.

Charm and grace.

Tich Ennis

7th July, 2018

Get It Straight

If you have to be told something is good it isn’t, get that straight.

If it suits you it suits you, maybe your dinner on a plate.

Who are they to tell you good or bad, it’s a matter of opinion, theirs or your own.

Yours is as good as theirs, say leave me alone.

One man’s junk is another man’s treasure, that’s true.

I like rock ‘n’ roll, do you?

Mozart is good in older age I find.

Make up your mind.

Tich Ennis

1st July, 2018

Girl From My Past

You can knock at the door but I can’t open, girl from my past.

I remember you at last.

Yes, we had good times then you married some other guy.

Not I.

You were like a broody hen.

I made a mistake then.

Maybe I was over eager, an eager beaver.

A true believer.

My inner caveman came to the fore.

I can’t always be polite, what a bore.

It was not meant to be for you and me.

The rest is history.

Looking back parts were very good but not the whole.

Stain on my immortal soul.

It is best that the past be laid to rest.

I did not pass the test.

I hope you had a happy life.

Someone else’s wife.

That’s life.

I represent to you a false start.

You have a piece of my heart.

You are part of my life and I of yours.

Your memory endures.

It would be very strange if we met again.

Would I get it right then?

Hello anyway and goodbye.

Here’s to the sweet by and by.

You and I.

Tich Ennis

30th June, 2018

Finding Out

I didn’t know I could sing until I tried.

I didn’t know I could die until I died.

I didn’t know anything at all when I was very, very small.

Then I learned to talk and walk and never shut up at all.

I was told at school I could not sing but so was Elvis and he was king.

So now I come back to life, maybe in old age I will get a wife.

If she puts up with me and I put up with her we’ll get on like a house on fire.

What lies in store for you when you retire?

Tich Ennis

28th June, 2018