Category Archives: Deity

Ballbreaker

God keeps kicking me in the balls or is it the other fellow?

Have I a streak down my back of vivid yellow?

I never really expect anything much, I sure don’t get it.

I lay in bed as a child and wet it.

Now in later life I have no wife.

If I had how would she put up with me?

Patron saint of lost causes, rescue me.

Some few like what I do.

Do you?

A lonely soul struggling to be true.

I apologise for using a coarse word.

Its not the worst I ever heard.

That word is synonymous with bravery.

I’ll have a cup of tea.

Should I end here or say so many promises are broken?

I speak a truth unspoken.

Where is Hoboken?

I do my best all the time.

Am I guilty of a crime?

Kafka instructed that all his work be burned.

I am the worm who turned.

No, I don’t want my stuff to go up in smoke.

I don’t want my life to be a dirty joke.

Self-pity is despicable, I know that too.

I’ll get over it, will you?

Believe me I pity all of you.

I have more or less run out of tears in my advanced years.

Against all odds I have one more thing to say, to turn night into day.

This dope has hope.

Tich Ennis

10th December, 2017

Advertisements

Extremism

Extremists wear any cloak, they never smile, they never joke.

In the name of what is best they kill the rest.

Nationalism, ideology and other codology it kills you and your child too.

More deadly than the Asian flu.

What the Hell is religion for, to bring us hate and death and war?

How about love one another and everyone and all God made?

You live in shadow and in shade.

Is God a God of peace or what, you believe a lot of rot.

We believe what you do not what you say, Satan, Satan go away.

Allow a child to play.

Tich Ennis

9th December, 2017

Am I?

Am I a conventional poet am I damn.

I don’t know what I am.

Bread and jam.

I ate as a child, did I go wild?

What am I now anyhow?

The sum of all my experiences, pig and sow.

Behind the plough.

I’m experimental now.

Yes I believe oh God I do.

In you.

In that sense I might as well go to Hell.

Oh well.

To Hell and back for the crack.

I will be back.

When I know I’ll tell you so.

I am old and I am new.

You too.

Tich Ennis

29th November, 2017

Clown

I wonder should I say hello or should I say goodbye?

I wonder should I laugh or should I cry?

I wonder should I live or should I die?

As long as I keep wondering at least I am not dead.

When young my mother called me to get out of bed.

Sleepwalk or talk?

Do I talk in my sleep? How would I know?

I could ask a girl I used to know.

Some guy said I made sense when I was drunk, I should write it down.

Would I listen to a clown?

Tich Ennis

27th November, 2017

Rude Words

Rude words are concerned with bodily functions and parts and God’s name, the things we’re not to meant to say, why not?

It’s more or less all we’ve got.

Under your clothes you are completely naked, nude.

Is that rude?

Rude means common, what’s wrong with that, so is air.

Thank God it’s not rare.

Its there.

So we live and also why.

Maybe you’ll get sense before you die.

Tich Ennis

27th November, 2017

Target

To dissolve untruths and expose them as a lie.

Is that what I must do before I die?

If so, why?

Why must we live in a lie?

People are fed up with politics and politicians, so am I.

It seems all gameplaying saying I’m all right and you’re all wrong.

A worn out song.

Certainly not true, hear Big Ben bong.

As someone said, how long, oh Lord, how long?

How long is life, must we put up with this?

Not if I have my way before death’s last kiss.

I seek eternal bliss.

What is the missing factor in all this?

Abandoned truth, ignored, unloved, oh lovely miss.

Thou art my target may I never miss.

May my aim be true.

I love you.

So do other people too.

You are not alone.

Not while flesh clings to my bone.

I hear your moan, your cry.

You are as I.

I can but try.

Arrow, play your part.

Aim for the heart.

Target, thou art mine.

Finest wine.

Now and for all time.

I speak in rhyme.

As you see here.

I drink beer.

A glass might leave a ring on this page.

Must I leave behind tears and rage?

Not if I have my way.

I will have my say.

That’ll be the day.

Tich Ennis

24th November, 2017

Class

Is God upper class?

Kiss my ass.

We’ll let that pass.

No, does he look down from a lofty height?

He does not talk shite.

Am I the equal of God?

Who me, a lazy sod?

I’d say no, he believes in equality.

He is equality, you see.

I don’t believe in class, categories.

God bless us, I am about to sneeze.

Who makes jokes at times like these?

God is the greatest joker of them all.

Pride goes before a fall.

That’s all.

Its extremely hard to get a message through.

To jokes like you.

Tich Ennis

23rd November, 2017