Tag Archives: Poetry

Ballbreaker

God keeps kicking me in the balls or is it the other fellow?

Have I a streak down my back of vivid yellow?

I never really expect anything much, I sure don’t get it.

I lay in bed as a child and wet it.

Now in later life I have no wife.

If I had how would she put up with me?

Patron saint of lost causes, rescue me.

Some few like what I do.

Do you?

A lonely soul struggling to be true.

I apologise for using a coarse word.

Its not the worst I ever heard.

That word is synonymous with bravery.

I’ll have a cup of tea.

Should I end here or say so many promises are broken?

I speak a truth unspoken.

Where is Hoboken?

I do my best all the time.

Am I guilty of a crime?

Kafka instructed that all his work be burned.

I am the worm who turned.

No, I don’t want my stuff to go up in smoke.

I don’t want my life to be a dirty joke.

Self-pity is despicable, I know that too.

I’ll get over it, will you?

Believe me I pity all of you.

I have more or less run out of tears in my advanced years.

Against all odds I have one more thing to say, to turn night into day.

This dope has hope.

Tich Ennis

10th December, 2017

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Prestige Project

This is my prestige project, I am what you see.

Are you another me?

To see means understand, I’ll let that pass.

I am trees, green grass.

It fails to pass my understanding why prestige projects exist.

I kissed a girl who never kissed.

You are on my list.

A monument to your own glory, hang the expense.

Does it make sense?

Your achievements speak for themselves, such as they are.

Who made a shooting star?

You are what you are.

I am ordinary, you are extraordinary.

Far be it from me to gild the lily.

This poem might become silly.

I am the Sun, the stars, the Earth, the flowers.

Holy hours.

I warned you this might happen, now you see.

Elvis sang now and then there’s a fool such as me.

And Hound Dog, Don’t Be Cruel, All Shook Up.

I love a simple flower, e.g. buttercup.

Now like a flower I shut up.

Tich Ennis

6th December, 2017

Usually

There’s usually more to things than meets the eye.

You may find that out before you die.

If not then.

Or when?

Remember the four year old boy drowned on a beach in Greece?

In designer clothes, poor, give my head peace.

The news is in the business of sensation, disneyfied, to shock the nation.

It happens here in Ireland too, don’t rush to judgement, would you like someone to do that to you?

A dead drug addict on the street outside the Dail, is that the whole story, not at all.

More or less believe nothing that you hear or see, its not that simple, read history.

The news is not news but views.

That sells papers, shock, outrage.

Turn the page.

Calm down, its not that bad.

The world is mad.

As presented to you, on radio and TV too.

The internet is the latest place for lies.

Does it fool the wise?

I said usually not inevitably always, trust your judgement, not some journalist.

In some cases speed is required, don’t ask me everything, I’m tired.

Like crossing the street or when your house goes on fire.

Once more I say may your judgement be good.

Don’t mistake trees for the wood.

Tich Ennis

5th December, 2017

To Hell And Back

When I leave Hell and the Devil says goodbye, don’t cry.

Wipe the single tear from your eye.

I have mingled with the likes of you until I’m blue in the face.

Now I leave the land of big disgrace.

But why, I gave you a chance, girl at a dance, where is romance?

No, its not for me, I don’t want fantasy.

I took a fire extinguisher to Hell, oh well.

If you are pregnant or a serial killer or a mad dictator must I forgive you too?

Sometimes hard to do.

You expect a lot of me.

I do too, wait and see.

Will I live up to expectation?

I love relaxation.

If you forgive me I’ll forgive you, forget the past, forget our crimes.

I enjoy good times.

I changed my mind, I’ll stay in Hell another while.

Long enough to make the Devil smile.

Together he and I will walk an Irish mile.

Tich Ennis

3rd December, 2017

One Day

If I said something totally one sided some of you would agree.

That’s not me.

You see.

Or rather, don’t.

Because you won’t.

It wouldn’t suit you.

So they shoot you.

The opposite point of view.

How like you.

I am on both sides and all sides at once.

Call me a dunce.

Maybe no side at all.

Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall.

One day I may make it clear.

When I have your ear.

What you already know.

I told you so.

Should I spell it out?

Say get the Hell out?

You’re good at that, damn good I say.

I’ll try another way.

One day you may have enough of acting tough.

Run out of lies and alibis.

When that day comes I’m here.

Join me in a beer.

Good cheer!

Tich Ennis

2nd December, 2017

Jews

Why are Jews so hated?

Are they underrated?

Einstein, Freud, Marx, Jesus, each one was a Jew.

I am not, are you?

Also great composers and people in other fields, they’re not much good at sport, you can’t have it all.

Kicking a ball.

There are poor Jews too you dope, people like you make me lose hope.

Well, not quite.

I’m used to your shite.

Persecution is good for you said a friend, it forces you to achieve.

Ask a woman or a black then you might believe.

Be twice as good or three times to get promotion.

How many drops make up an ocean?

Or love potion.

I am unaware of any perfect person or race.

I am Irish, say that to my face.

Must people by their worst be defined?

Killers everywhere, never mind.

Evil, yes, serial killers, torturers, corrupt governments, of these I’m well aware.

Fuck your reasons, I don’t care.

The problem is you don’t, for humanity.

There’s none so blind as those who don’t want to see.

If I say a word or two for a Jew does that mean I don’t like you?

Don’t be stupid, I mean you too.

What’s a guy to do?

With people like you.

I said fuck, I could say damn.

I speak your language, what a fool I am.

Does loving yourself mean hating others?

Not to me, sisters and brothers.

I am Irish, I could talk all day.

As a boy I knelt to pray.

I have not gone away.

Lesson over for today.

For Jew read anyone.

Even me, my mother’s son.

Maybe in future I won’t say fuck.

With any luck.

Tich Ennis

2nd December, 2017

Schizophrenia

I have two names, David and Tich.

I am not rich.

I am diagnosed schizophrenic, so what?

Thanks a lot.

I dislike labels.

I like chairs and tables.

In their proper places, I don’t like airs and graces.

Under the name of David I drink and as Tich I sit and think.

And sometimes write.

I hope not shite.

I was born in Ireland to be geographic.

Should I go pornographic?

I might be a bigger seller.

Like Joseph Heller.

Another feller.

My brother says Joseph Heller was not pornographic, must I point that out?

He wrote Catch 22, a great book, no doubt.

Very funny too.

My best to you.

This poem is semi-demi autobiographical, often the best type.

Like David Copperfield and other tripe.

Allow the madman speak.

The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.

What would you say if you spoke someone said to me.

Well, nothing much, do you agree?

At least I’m me.

Tich Ennis

1st December, 2017