Monthly Archives: January 2019


I walked the plank but was able to wrestle the crocodile in the swamp.

Rivers are damp.

A volcano exploded, I swallowed lava and spat it into Lake Como.

It melted snow.

These things happened among others.

I smothered my brothers.

Fratricide said one as he died.

A life filled with incident, that’s been said.

I brought Frankenstein back from the dead.

I did these things to relieve boredom, ennui.

Enough French from me.

Tich Ennis

31st January, 2019


Could I form a club of people with my form of madness whatever that might be?

I will define me.

I am somewhat unconventional in how I dress and what I say and think.

I drink.

Not to excess, my house is a mess.

I have friends, some old, some new.

I get along with people I like talking to.

I enjoy good humour, I like to laugh.

I own no guns by the way.

Just thought I’d say.

I don’t read books, I did when I was young.

I ordered one the other day, once in a foreign tongue.

This description is going nowhere fast.

In some things I come in last.

My money barely lasts a week.

In that I’m not unique.

I plan to learn guitar.

I have not started so have not got far.

I am the sum of my experiences up to now.

The future takes care of itself anyhow.

It has till now.

I am not defined by what I’m not but what I am.

I use worse words than damn.

My club may have only one member, me.

My motto is I’ll wait and see.

Sometimes I get things done.

I am more or less like everyone.

I don’t like being in a hurry.

I almost never worry.

I notice clique and niches form around strange ones, like minded people say they’re great.

That is not my fate.

Nothing much happens, all human life is there.

It’s a mixum gatherum, my club, everyone is there.

My soul laid bare.

To describe a person takes eternity.

This will do for now, that’s all from me.

Tich Ennis

30th January, 2019


Will my personality survive, cryogenically or otherwise?

Yours too, although I don’t know you.

The survival instinct is strong, I’ve had it all along.

Is there anything I can do to preserve me and you?

Forever and a day, come what may.

Alchemy, black magic, holistic therapies, must you believe in things like these?

How great a loss would it be if I disappeared without trace?

Get that smile off your face.

I mean a lot to me, that’s my point you see.

On that you and I agree.

I ask a question, I give no answer.

I set the exam, you are the chancer.

All questions must be attempted.

You are not exempted.

You might produce a clean sheet.

At least that’s neat.

Tich Ennis

29th January, 2019


Only a pedant would criticise a spelling error.

So I misspelled reign of terror.

Who are you to criticise, can you spell potato?

A U.S. presidential hopeful could not, you know.

I can spell, even a word like psychiatrist.

Sometimes I have to think a bit, I shot, I missed.

Must I be right about everything, are you?

At least I know what things mean, homonyms too.

Tich Ennis

29th January, 2019

Mad 2

What makes people go mad?

Pressures of life.

Some worry, some do not.

I don’t worry a lot.

Very little I would say.

Worries, go away.

Is it the sensitive who break down?

We are all sensitive, you clown.

Two people are brought up the same, one goes mad and one is sane.

The mad one cannot stand the pain.

Basically I more or less don’t care.

My sanity is there.

Someone said the world is mad, that’s right.

Don’t give up without a fight.

Never give up I would say.

That’s all for today.

Tich Ennis

28th January, 2019

All 2

No one can say it all in one poem, even me.

My life in one line, history.

Or life itself.

A bookshelf?

Silence can speak volumes someone said.

When I’m dead.

Not yet, as you see.

That’s me.

A brief biography.

With geography.

I am very much alive, evidently.

As I said before, that’s me.

I said you can’t say it all so I say it now, it all.

I contradict myself, that’s all.

Tich Ennis

27th January, 2019

Theory And Practice

Theory and practice are miles apart, it breaks my heart.

A friend said they have nothing to do with each other, ask your mother.

Take democracy, Christianity and law.

Ask your paw.

Or communism, why leave that out.

A reign of terror, no doubt.

They want you to judge in theory, I judge in practice, that’s me.

I believe what I see.

I believe what you do, not what you say.

Go away.

Liars rule the world, do they go to Hell? They make Hell here.

No wonder we drink beer.

The truth is there, but rare.

Liars hate the truth, they don’t want it told.

I tell it, I am old.

The penalty for truth is death, to tell it is illegal say those who make laws, politicians, terrorists and the rest.

Feathering their nest.

They love power, being in control.

Don’t sell your soul.

If you can’t beat them join them, people say.

I say never, no, go away.

Is it possible to live in the world and not live a lie?

Some do, don’t ask why.

They have self respect and respect from others too.

Is that you?

Why do people hate politicians, lawyers and a journalist?

They lie and twist.

Not everyone, not quite, just nearly all.

The truth is rare, most don’t speak it at all.

Some join with good intentions, with which the road to Hell is paved.

Temporarily their soul is saved.

Then they sell out, most do.

As I said before, is this you?

That’s why things are as they are in this infernal game.

To our eternal shame.

They excuse murder, death and war.

Is that what words are for?

I mention one word, true.

It means a lot to me.

To you?

Liars care how things look, not how they are.

They are good liars, that’s all they are.

They are good at covering their tracks and stabbing people in their backs.

Some admire them, I do not.

Nor do I say they should be shot.

Some day I may name names, why not?

Until then this is all you’ve got.

I wish I could say all this in a few words but I cannot.

The truth is treated as rot.

That’s all.

Tich Ennis

27th January, 2019


Night, strangely, includes morning.

This is boring, are you yawning?

Of the early morning hours do you say day or night?

I got you there, alright.

I tell you what you don’t know to keep you humble.

May your illusions crumble.

Strangely, to use that word again, you knew already.

I want to keep you steady.

You’re steadier already.

I wish to dispel confusion.

Goodnight, illusion.

Tich Ennis

26th January, 2019