Category Archives: Confusion

Examination

To examine one’s own life and the life all about.

To find them wanting, how do I fit in, how do I get out?

To understand everything and find the cure.

How to do it I’m not sure.

The road to perdition is a war of attrition.

People fall like flies, a part of me dies.

The world belongs to the wise.

Must I wear disguise?

Do I pass with honours my exam or just say damn?

Having examined through a microscope I believe in hope.

Yours faithfully, a dope.

Tich Ennis

24th February, 2018

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Monastic Life

I applied to become a monk but was turned down.

Not being debt free raised a frown.

Also I am too old, I can’t help that.

I thought I might be stress free, fancy that.

I got a nice email in return, spelling it all out.

Aspects of the monastic life would not suit me, no doubt.

Possibly my motivation was wrong.

As I said before, where do I belong?

Jim Reeves had a song, this world is not my home.

Maybe I should become a garden gnome.

Tich Ennis

19th February, 2018

No One Understands

They see things from their own point of view, not you.

Unless of course its your mother, or another.

How have they time to be you, they have other things to do.

A good friend is different of course.

They are another horse.

So no, not no one, not quite.

Alright.

Who do you want to understand you but you?

That will do.

They can’t live your life for you.

That’s what you must do.

Why ask you?

Tich Ennis

19th February, 2018

Goodbye Fantasy

I haven’t written for a while, now I do, maybe raise a smile.

I must justify my existence for what it worth, here on Earth.

Apparently all is fantasy, illusion, may I dispel confusion.

It sure is realistic as Hell, oh well.

Reality is the essence of the real, the real thing is how you feel.

My life progresses on from day to day, I have not gone away.

I hope to cross my bridges as they come and go, today a stranger said hello.

He asked had I sold any books, I said no one has any money.

He thought that was funny.

This poem arrives at no conclusion.

Free us from delusion.

Tich Ennis

1st February, 2018

To Belle Gibson, Australia, fantasy cancer con artist

Last Option

Now at last I do or die.

Or at least try.

I cannot pay one who knows, I can’t afford new clothes.

No money, don’t you understand?

I don’t, things are not grand.

I myself must find out how, that’s the best way.

I may ring one last friend, today.

Writing this is postponement, I must make atonement.

For what I am not sure, maybe a lazy mind.

I am not the thinking kind.

Some things come easily to me.

Not everything, you see.

My best friend believed in me.

So I will try, and hopefully achieve.

I must myself believe.

Others have done it, so can I.

I tell myself that is no lie.

It will happen if I try.

I have no other choice, its up to me.

I will do it, wait and see.

Tich Ennis

15th January, 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

 

Talk

‘Tis worse things are getting instead of better.

“That’s not true, did you read my letter?”

I threw it in the bin, unopened, along with the junk mail.

“Then you don’t know, a boat has a sail.”

Why do you speak obscurely, how can I make sense of what you say?

“If you try you will, have a nice day.”

What if I don’t bother, will you close the door?

“There you go again, asking for more.”

If I don’t clap will there be an encore?

“Wait and see what lies in store.”

What does this all mean?

“What is the meaning of a dream?”

Tich Ennis

1st January, 2018