Tag Archives: Philosophy

Converging Concepts

Maths, art, science, literature, philosophy, religion are converging to a single point.

A Russian scientist said that, whom the saints anoint.

Speaking for myself, I concur.

I who infrequently err.

Love is where you find it wherever that may be.

An old pop song or a cup of tea.

Did Adam and Eve do wrong or did they make a mistake?

The Reader’s Digest said that in my years of heartache.

I made mistakes in my time.

Who is without crime?

Everything should rhyme.

I do be and I does be talking rot.

That’s not all I’ve got.

Whoever is responsible, thanks a lot.

I think this poem is rather good but who am I to say?

Have it your way.

Perhaps the last two lines should be in parentheses or, as you might say, bracket.

If you have a bad child do you smack it?

Tich Ennis

4th December, 2017


Am I Wrong?

Is everything alright, is this the way you want things to be?

I don’t mean this verse, the universe and you and me.

Do you see?

If you think so, I’ll go.

I could be crazy or just lazy.

I want to clear up the mess but not if you like things as they are, I confess.

I see myself as the universal dustman, clearing up rubbish, righting wrongs, singing songs.

A garbage disposal operative you might say I am.

I am the little boy with his finger in the dam.

Tich Ennis

6th July, 2017


You can’t depend on the weather in Ireland or anything else at all.

Hear politicians talking, they might as well be talking to the wall.

They make no sense at all.

Ireland is rather small.

Does it punch above its weight in anything or is it fate?

We’re not bad at talking, when will we start walking?

We wrote some books, we sang some songs, we tried to right some wrongs.

Occasionally, once or twice, we get it right.

We emigrate, take flight.

Beannacht De libh, good night.


Another wonderful day, as Beckett said.

Cheer up, you could be dead.

Tich Ennis

30th June, 2017



Quantum Computing

When it comes it comes, if it does.

Who will own it, the big boys because?

Will it serve a good use or let Hell loose?

Well both, I suppose.

Heaven only knows.

All that power, holy hour!

For good or bad or sane or mad.

The uranium atom is more or less the same.

To kill or cure, which is your game?

They are absolutely not the same.

Who to shame or blame?

In whose name?

Yours or mine?

May hearts entwine.

Life is a glass of wine.

Tich Ennis

26th May, 2017



Okay, you’ve had your say in a word or two.

You are, you seem to think, the man who knows what to do.

Apparently some others think so too.

Yeah, well, pull the other one, mister strongman big brain rich.

Do you care about the people living in a ditch?

They could move into a luxury hotel.

Before you bring us all to Hell.

Oh well.

Tich Ennis

15th April, 2017



The probable is improbable, do we live in a bubble?

Must a rhyme rhyme all the time?

Books are written and cards are played according to probability.

Shall I learn about it in my years of senility?

I’ll wait and see, that’s me.

Probably yes, probably no, I tried it once and won.

What am I, I ask myself, a setting sun?

Once again the sun will rise, all will be made clear.

Do not worry, there’s no hurry, lazybones is here.

Tich Ennis

14th April, 2017



I can’t pretend I’m not there when I sing.

Singing is not my primary thing.

I am a man of my word, the written word.

.Are my songs the best ever heard?

Well I like them anyway and so do some other folk.

Should I make a joke?

Sorry I spoke.

I am the spoke in your bicycle wheel.

I sing with feel.

I just sold a cd.

Will he like it as much as me?

I’ll wait and see.

Tich Ennis

25th March, 2017