Category Archives: Beauty

Flower

I saw you walking by with a flower in your hair.

You did not see me there.

I said hello, you did not hear me though.

Girl I barely know.

You have charm.

God between us and all harm.

I’ll chance my arm.

You are a beautiful view.

The Sun comes shining through.

That’s you.

A ray of sunshine in a world of grey.

Have a nice day.

A lot of people have worry on their face.

You have grace.

Smiling face.

Tich Ennis

19th June, 2018

Beautiful Day

Coffee at a café in the shade.

Pass the time of day with creatures God made.

One man had a guitar he bought as a present for a man who can play.

There’s more to tell, have you got all day?

One quoted Latin unsure what it meant.

I told of myself when young, am I Heaven sent?

The day is, that’s for sure.

We come and go and some of us endure.

Latin is a dead language, it does not change.

A man I spoke to lives on a mountain range.

He walks, so do I but not so far.

The Sun has come and is our guiding star.

Tich Ennis

9th June, 2018

Puzzle

Keep trying the pieces of a puzzle and eventually they fit.

Finally, a perfect picture when you get the last bit.

Frame it and hang it on the wall, some do.

Others don’t, the idea may not appeal to you.

Edge pieces are easy, corners easiest of all.

Patience gets you there, that’s life, in time a tree grows tall.

Tich Ennis

4th June, 2018

Spark

May the spark never die, oh fan it into a flame.

In a world of misery I am glad I came.

I have sinned to my eternal shame.

No way am I the only one, the many headed monster prowls beneath the Sun.

Someday, one day I will rise again when there is love between my fellow men.

Must I wait ‘til then?

The answer comes back no, begin again.

Tich Ennis

9th May, 2018

Beautiful Bird

I saw a beautiful bird today, the most beautiful in our land.

In our garden, he was grand.

Made by God’s hand

Tich Ennis

28th April, 2018

Shame

You can’t be ashamed of what you didn’t do, if I give you responsibility its up to you.

Life is nearly over, time flew.

Now and then I write a line or two.

What rhymes with zoo?

Now and then the sky is blue.

Tich Ennis

28th March, 2018

Unusual

To say the usual unusually, is that what is given to me?

More or less, you see.

I don’t use strange words, avoiding the absurd.

A thought occurred.

I write, I put it down.

Maybe a feather floating, a crowd in town.

I sing of the ordinary, but not only.

I am not lonely.

Death of a friend, life’s end.

Happy, sad, funny.

Life is worth the money.

All things are one.

Rise, oh setting sun.

Tich Ennis

11th March, 2018

Patreon – Maybe?

I am considering signing up for the artists’ patronage site, Patreon.  At a glance it appears good or maybe very good.  I don’t allow myself to get excited.  Some guy said he doesn’t believe in positive thinking because you think its going to happen and it doesn’t then you get all depressed.

Where have all the patrons gone?  Gone to the digital world, everyone.  There goes the mob, I am their leader, I must follow them.  After further consideration.  Look before you leap.  Yesterday we stood on the edge of an abyss, today we take a great leap forward – Russian politician.

My most recent poem blogged here, Sinn Fein, is not my most recent poem, I normally put them up chronologically, in order of writing.  I suppose I’ll get around to putting that earlier one up.   I need to read up about Patreon.

Its snowing here now, first snow I’ve seen for a long time.  Predicted, but predictions are often unreliable.  You can’t be wrong all the time.

About Patreon, when I know what, how, and why I may write further on that topic.  If it works, it works.  It appears to work for some, as far as I can see from a brief study.

I feel my stuff is uncategorisable, does not fit any niche or genre, I know some like it.  The real world and the virtual, the real world is more expensive.  Matter matters, matter costs.  Paper, ink, printing, plastic discs, but I like that world too.  It is my first love.

So I climb a learning curve.  Slow learner though I be.  I desire a comprehensive overview.  I feel it may take me three days to get there, the summit, apex, pinnacle, look up your thesaurus.  Top.  From where I will survey the scene.

Where to have the picnic?  Or whether, weather permitting.  The top will do, enjoy the view.  Birds may eat the crumbs.  The joy of alfresco, no floor to sweep up.  And if you spill your drink don’t panic.  Far from the kitchen sink.

Patreon here I come but will you notice?  New worlds to conquer, said the unwanted immigrant.  Napoleon was not French, I console myself with that thought.  An outsider.  With an objective view.

Does anyone want my tourist postcards?

Tich Ennis

16th January, 2018