Tag Archives: Politics

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

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Explaining Stupidity

I will now explain stupidity to those who have no brain.

There are none of those, the emperor wore no clothes.

A child could see and see it all.

Yet others chose blindness turning their faces to the wall.

Use your brain you dope you lazy thing.

See through the emperor or king.

Stupidity is not using your brain, you have it, use it.

It is really there, you didn’t lose it.

Is it true you’d rather die than think?

If so that’s why you’re stupid, my pen runs out of ink.

Tich Ennis

29th November, 2017

Am I?

Am I a conventional poet am I damn.

I don’t know what I am.

Bread and jam.

I ate as a child, did I go wild?

What am I now anyhow?

The sum of all my experiences, pig and sow.

Behind the plough.

I’m experimental now.

Yes I believe oh God I do.

In you.

In that sense I might as well go to Hell.

Oh well.

To Hell and back for the crack.

I will be back.

When I know I’ll tell you so.

I am old and I am new.

You too.

Tich Ennis

29th November, 2017

Who Shoots First?

Okay, international relations are at a critical point.

Someone’s nose is out of joint.

If I bomb you should you bomb me too, two can play that game.

Eternal shame.

Go on punk, make my day, I’ll blow you to smithereens.

Human beings.

It was ever thus, why make a fuss?

Will there be any left of us?

Here comes my bus.

I know I’m just a slob.

Someone has to do this job.

Tich Ennis

29th November, 2017

Straw Man

They clutch at straws because they are ignored.

When war comes you won’t be bored.

God preserve us from people who say they know it all.

I suppose I might as well be talking to the wall.

The great white hope or black may be a dope.

Leaving you hanging on a rope.

Who, just who, are the people who kill each other?

They kill father mother sister brother.

Anger is not the answer.

Don’t choose a chancer.

Who wants cancer?

They may be right for the wrong reason.

Is love out of season?

Tich Ennis

27th November, 2017

Cyber Warfare

Does cyber warfare work both ways, do we do it too?

I ask you.

Can you believe a word you hear, is Putin whispering in your ear or maybe Donald Trump?

Thanks for the tea, one lump.

Who are the good guys, who the bad, the question drives me mad.

There are no good guys said a soldier in some one or other war.

We pretend we are, that’s what lies are for.

So now you troll, so now you hate, hoping to destabilise each other’s state.

More fool you if you believe the people who deceive.

Take it with a grain of salt, what was Disney’s first name, Walt.

Its never anybody’s fault.

Not mine or ours, or so they say.

They want it all to be their way.

Well, okay, happy ending.

Bridges need mending.

Tich Ennis

26th November, 2017

Target

To dissolve untruths and expose them as a lie.

Is that what I must do before I die?

If so, why?

Why must we live in a lie?

People are fed up with politics and politicians, so am I.

It seems all gameplaying saying I’m all right and you’re all wrong.

A worn out song.

Certainly not true, hear Big Ben bong.

As someone said, how long, oh Lord, how long?

How long is life, must we put up with this?

Not if I have my way before death’s last kiss.

I seek eternal bliss.

What is the missing factor in all this?

Abandoned truth, ignored, unloved, oh lovely miss.

Thou art my target may I never miss.

May my aim be true.

I love you.

So do other people too.

You are not alone.

Not while flesh clings to my bone.

I hear your moan, your cry.

You are as I.

I can but try.

Arrow, play your part.

Aim for the heart.

Target, thou art mine.

Finest wine.

Now and for all time.

I speak in rhyme.

As you see here.

I drink beer.

A glass might leave a ring on this page.

Must I leave behind tears and rage?

Not if I have my way.

I will have my say.

That’ll be the day.

Tich Ennis

24th November, 2017