Category Archives: Art

Rock

Am I an artist or a businessman?

If a businessman have I got a plan?

I have a product to sell, a one way ticket out of Hell.

I must get out there, knock on doors.

I should get out more.

I decorate my cave with a painting of a dinosaur.

In the Louvre would I sell more?

I am modern and I am old.

Is art made to be sold?

Tutenkhamun’s mask is pure gold.

Tich Ennis

11th August, 2018

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Memory

When tears come unbidden and grief can’t be hidden.

Life goes on, take refuge in a song.

A period of contemplation.  Never again.  Consternation.

It is, it was, it will not be.

Life’s history.

Sadness for what is gone.

Life goes on.

Still, memory is there.

And always will be for those who care.

Memory is in the air.

Tich Ennis

28th July, 2018

Mentioning God

The world is made by people, the Earth is made by God.

We call Ireland the ould sod.

The world has walls and wars and borders and barriers, man made.

The Earth has Sun and showers and daylight and shade.

God favours virtue, we don’t follow his advice.

When it comes to the point we choose vice.

Cheer up, it might not happen, it already has said some lad.

Oh well, what the Hell, who is sane and who is mad?

Apparently in this world God is a dirty word.

How far have we travelled from the sublime to the absurd?

Oh love, oh truth, oh common sense.

Who worships in thy name, who sits on the fence?

Far be it from me to say I’m any better.

I mean this poem to the last letter.

What have I achieved, to what do I aspire?

Something higher.

Tich Ennis

20th July, 2018

Lost Poem

I had a poem but I let it go.

Into the great unknown where dead poems go.

Stillborn, not born at all, never ever to be.

Oh well, at least it was not me.

Next time, next time what will I do?

Write it down come rain or shine for you and me too.

That poem was to be called Curse, perhaps its better that it should never be.

But I don’t know, it could be worse, unwritten history.

Tich Ennis

20th July, 2018

Your Face

I saw you once with worry on your face every other time you were filled with grace.

I saw you walking in the Sun you smiled and so did I.

I said hello I did not say goodbye.

We went our separate ways I hope we meet on other days.

I have not yet sold you my book, I hope you read and look.

A ray of sunshine in this life of mine.

A glass of wine.

Who knows maybe some happy day you and I will find our way.

Until then I remember your face.

Charm and grace.

Tich Ennis

7th July, 2018

Wrong Again

I thought there was no coffee then I looked round, wrong again.

I don’t need to go to the shop then.

There is no one way to write, you don’t have to stay up all night.

Do what suits you how it suits you say what suits you, that’s the way.

At any time of night or day.

You don’t have to know everything, you never will.

Don’t copy anyone, climb your own hill.

Be yourself, who else were you born to be?

Then you may drink coffee, or if you prefer, tea.

Tich Ennis

1st July, 2018

Plan

Has God a plan for me?

If he has it is yet to be.

I sing God’s fame but do not use his name.

The name unspoken.

Heartbroken.

Shall my and his hour come round at last?

I am a blast from the past.

A golden oldie, rather mouldy.

I must put myself aside, God died.

Have I failed or never tried?

Has God committed suicide?

Then I’m on my own.

Alone.

Man who never was speak through me.

Eternity.

Infinity is no small thing.

Let your voice ring.

My voice is small.

Why speak at all?

I know I must.

Before I return to dust.

I am made of mud and stars and so are you.

Who seeks the true?

I do.

For you.

Before we kill the Earth and God and all.

I love life that’s why I speak at all.

One voice however small.

Hear the call.

You are not alone after all.

I end my rhyme.

See you next time.

I often end with a joke.

Sorry I spoke.

I mean my word.

Let the dead man’s voice be heard.

Tich Ennis

30th June, 2018