Category Archives: Damnation

Aspiration

Why is there a word perfection when there’s no such thing?

You may say the same of God or a wedding ring.

Someone said there’s no such thing as happiness, I disagree.

That’s only me.

A lawyer acts for either side, its about pounds shillings and pence.

He does not care if he makes sense.

I may state a case merely to demolish it.

What is truth, should we abolish it?

God is what you put first, best or worst.

I do not drink only because I thirst.

There’s such a thing as aspiration.

Getting there requires a destination.

Tich Ennis

22nd February, 2018

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My Rubbish

I’m dumping my rubbish on your doorstep and hope you find something interesting there.

The detritus of a life made of moon and stars and many, many bars.

Something to rhyme, care.

Sweep up after me pick up the orange peels and potato skins.

Once upon a time love begins.

No gold here just beer mats and memories of kisses, girls and all the rest.

Love is best.

A life spent looking and searching, did I find?

Only what you find here I have my secrets never, never mind.

Is it true if I was behind the bar no one would buy a drink?

Let me think.

Here is the kitchen sink.

Tich Ennis

21st 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

Traditional

I am a traditionalist poet with traditional concerns.

Get me a Rennies, my heart burns.

How do I fit into the modern age?

Do people read a page?

The anti-social media has become what people are addicted to.

Its worse than Asian flu.

Young people almost never talk.

They have smart phones before they walk.

Are we robots or machines or what?

Humanity is here since time forgot.

Do you value a human smile?

Walk, hold hands together for a while.

Allow reality intrude.

Ignoring each other is rude.

I pray for a change of mood.

Tich Ennis

17th February, 2018

Healer

Today I met a healer who cannot cure smoking, no joking.

He has not given up because it helps him to relax, these are the facts.

He said smoking is an addiction, you have to want to give up.

Tell yourself to shut up.

It takes all sorts to make a world and I have met quite a few.

Some as mad as me or you.

One man said he carries a gun in case someone in a pub starts a fight.

So you shoot him, goodnight.

His behaviour was completely weird, but he seemed serious.

If you ask me he was delirious.

Tich Ennis

10th February, 2018

Genuine

The real thing is recognised, the real thing is true.

Its taken me some time to realise, I pass this on to you.

The real thing is genuine, the real thing is not fake.

Beware of huckster snake oil salesmen on the make.

I think that’s why I liked Obama, he meant what he said.

He got elected once or twice, now he’s as good as dead.

Its worth it to mean what you say, you have your self respect.

The world appears to want fantasy, the world is not correct.

The few who are genuine in whatever field, they shine the light of truth, they never never yield.

You prefer the genuine when you eat a cake.

Thank God I say to myself not everything is fake.

You are in the presence of greatness when you are in the presence of the true.

Are you?

Tich Ennis

8th February, 2018

Nothing To Do

I write because I have nothing to do.

The sky is black, not blue.

Its night time, nothing good on the radio.

So I write, goodnight.

Will I ever get things sorted out, find out what its all about?

Trying to make sense of it all, that’s what I do and am doing.

A cause worth pursuing.

I’d rather write in hope and be considered a dope, I have plenty of scope.

I hang about not on a rope.

So I write these words instead of being dead.

The purpose of life is to find the purpose of life amid the strife.

That’s life.

Tich Ennis

5th February, 2018