Tag Archives: Others

Mental Health

Is the world driving people mad or is it just each other?

Civil war is brother against brother.

There are more in mental institutions than before.

Indifference and contempt are part of the cause.

And I suppose ridiculous laws.

Officialdom has a lot to answer for.

Who wants war?

The sheer insanity of what is treated seriously.

Have people forgotten the meaning of humanity?

Madness is not sanity.

I blame the ones who say that they are sane.

They give gentle folk a pain.

Tich Ennis

12th September, 2017

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Artist

I am an artist, I just want to make.

If I said I was in PR I’d be a fake.

Who wants to manufacture distribute and sell?

To me that’s Hell.

What price the Liberty Bell?

So almost no one knows of me or my output, my work, my art.

My breaking heart.

I don’t want to cry on your shoulder, I might shrink your collar.

Can you spare a dollar?

Nothing is free, not even me.

I am unwritten history.

I will have to learn to swim sometime.

Doing nothing is a crime.

I speak metaphorically of course, I’m a poet, not a horse.

Some idiot asked do I not know how to swim, that’s Michael O’Brien, that’s him.

Can I get anything into anyone’s thick head?

I’ll keep trying until I’m dead.

By swim I meant come down to Earth, get in the swim of things.

Knock on doors, try bell rings.

Must I speak simply as if everyone is a dope?

Including myself and the Pope.

Some hope.

Tich Ennis

11th September, 2017

Game

Playing hide and seek with God, will I ever find him?

My turn, your turn, my turn again, he’s crying, don’t you mind him.

Blind man’s buff, that other game, find although you’re blind.

Guess who, its you, the other guy, oh no, oh me, oh my.

Tip and tig, an Irish jig, who will be caught out?

Oh God you’re there oh do I care, turn and turn about.

Will you catch me, will I catch you, I’ve had the measles, caught the ‘flu, spent days and nights in bed.

When I play a game I know I am alive not dead.

If you don’t catch me I’ll catch you instead.

Tich Ennis

10th September, 2017

Mirror Two

The past shouldn’t have happened, so some people say.

Yeah, well, what about today?

Like, what’s happening man, as the hippies say?

Is everything okay?

We can do nothing about the past but we can work now.

If we bother, anyhow.

If we know the past is wrong what is our present song?

Why can’t we get along?

The past is more or less the same as now, people made mistakes, and how.

And we make them now.

Today will be the past before you know it, who will blame you then?

Other men?

The time we can change is now, the past is over anyhow.

Forget the past, do not relive it.

If he did you wrong, forgive it.

Who is perfect, who’s all wrong, is what aboutery your song?

Bear no grudge, do not complain or we forever live in pain.

A child knows happiness is best.

I lay down my pen, I take a rest.

Listen to the child you were.

Let us not kill him or her.

I say what everybody knows.

You say shut up, I suppose.

So on and on it goes.

Stepping on each other’s toes.

Do you want war to end?

In that case I am your friend.

Make do and mend.

Tich Ennis

9th September, 2017

Oh Soul

Does my soul matter to anyone except me, and God, the ultimate mystery?

I pour my soul into my writing, poetry, rhymes and what have you, a pot pourri, an Irish stew.

Is my soul immortal in any sense at all, am I talking to the wall?

The soul according to the ancient Greeks is where we feel and give expression to love, there’s more to say, I could go on for weeks.

A soul, one tattered remnant, I offer up to you.

How will I end this rhyme, I haven’t got a clue.

Over to you.

Tich Ennis

5th September, 2017

Court

Blackening one person’s name does not make another’s white.

If you believe that of yourself, goodnight.

So are some people shades of grey as far as you may know?

Including yourself, you ought to know.

Who is your judge and who are you to judge?

Yourself I say, and do not fudge.

As far as I am concerned the jury’s out.

I am inclined to give myself the benefit of the doubt.

Tich Ennis

3rd September, 2017

What Price Love?

Without wishing to overstate my case may I say the human race is a disgrace?

Death and famine stalk the land and as far as they are concerned things are grand.

Have they got out of hand?

Mad dictators preaching hate, power maniacs, await your fate.

There are two sides of a coin, which side will you join?

Is moderation forever dead, what price love a wise man said.

If you have to ask you do not know, live and let live, I told you so.

As if you didn’t know.

Tich Ennis

30th August, 2017