Tag Archives: Rubbish

You Say

You are whatever you say you are today.

What a load of rubbish, go away.

I could say I am a great poet.

Do you know it?

Tich Ennis

Saturday, 19th October, 2019

Seeking Perfection

I seek perfection. Have I come to the wrong shop?

Will imperfection never stop?

I am neither blind nor deaf nor dumb.

I have four fingers on each hand and one thumb.

I said that because it rhymes.

I’ll explain that to you sometime.

It has not escaped my notice that the world is not without flaw.

In other words its banjaxed, should there be a law?

As far as life goes I appear to have no choice.

Will you hear these words from me, rejoice, rejoice?

Rubbish to me is anything I don’t like, want or love.

The garbage man will do his job when push comes to shove.

Sense may I say is in the brain or eye of the beholder.

You may understand when you are older.

Tich Ennis

22nd April, 2019

Bitter Loser

I thought I would write a poem about poetry competitions saying they’re all a fraud.

Should they be outlawed?

The ones on the internet where people get all their Facebook friends to vote for them are a dead loss.

Not to speak of the cost.

The ones with an independent judge or two are a different Irish stew.

Do they care about the true?

Past winners’ stuff means nothing to me.

I would say the general public would agree.

Ok, I am not bitter, I refuse to enter.

Where rubbish is concerned I am a dissenter.

I know this poem isn’t very good, but so what?

That’s your lot.

Tich Ennis

5th March, 2019

Lies

Was Gerry Adams in the IRA? Do you believe lies?

Is that wise?

This may come as a surprise.

Politicians tell lies.

Some kill, there are murderers in the Dail.

God help us all.

Were you raped by the IRA?

What does Mairia Cahill say?

Is that politically correct, feminists tell me is rape wrong and if so why, does it matter who does it, don’t tell a lie.

We’re supposed to swallow rubbish, do you?

There are protestant murderers too.

All are equal, capable of right and wrong.

Equality is my song.

When I say all I mean all, English too as well as me and you.

The Irish generally speaking talk too much.

Some talk double Dutch.

Again I say not all.

In the Dail.

Would the English taoiseach hear what I say?

Borders go away.

Gerry Adams I apologise for using your name in vain.

You give me a pain.

Still, you got this poem off to a good start.

Have a heart.

Tich Ennis

31st March, 2019

Taboo

There are things you’re not supposed to say and do, they are taboo.

Those things change over time, like a poem doesn’t have to rhyme.

They change according to the powers that be and the prevailing orthodoxy.

It is of course all rubbish as you know.

Criticising the wrong people may be fatal here below.

Ideology is codology, let me say it loud and clear.

If you talk rubbish don’t come here.

Tich Ennis

21st January, 2019