Lost

I left my belongings at the gate and hurried inward to my fate.

I rang my sister about my brother and did one or two or more things other.

Then I said, where are my things, who knows what misfortune brings.

I looked high and low and on the floor, then gave up, no more, no more.

I settled for a substitute, bitter fruit.

Later I went out again and discovered my belongings then.

Cigarettes, a lighter and a pen.

A lapse of memory occurred.

This is not my final word.

I found what’s lost, oh welcome home!

Turn of the tide, bedecked with foam.

Tich Ennis

10^th October, 2017

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Game

Playing hide and seek with God, will I ever find him?

My turn, your turn, my turn again, he’s crying, don’t you mind him.

Blind man’s buff, that other game, find although you’re blind.

Guess who, its you, the other guy, oh no, oh me, oh my.

Tip and tig, an Irish jig, who will be caught out?

Oh God you’re there oh do I care, turn and turn about.

Will you catch me, will I catch you, I’ve had the measles, caught the ‘flu, spent days and nights in bed.

When I play a game I know I am alive not dead.

If you don’t catch me I’ll catch you instead.

Tich Ennis

10^th September, 2017

Knife

A surgeon and a murderer have reasons for cutting with a knife.

One to give and one to take a life.

Motive matters, above all else the reason why.

One wants you to live, the other die.

A knife is neither good nor bad, the person using it is sane or mad.

Is a person how they want to be?

Yes, so it seems to me.

Whether they be rich or poor or somewhere in between.

Or from wherever or whoever, they write and act their scene.

Tich Ennis

2^nd September, 2017

Once

Once upon a time there was a man who had a wife of the opposite sex.

Perhaps he was old fashioned, he plundered gold off wrecks.

He never prayed a ship would go down but he said if they have bad luck let it be near here.

Along the rocky foreshore he walked and shed a tear.

Saying to himself, perhaps next year.

Its an ill wind that blows nobody good he said he was full of old sayings, he said a carpenter should cut wood.

Perhaps in the fullness of time this story will be understood.

I would if I could.

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck, no that’s been said before.

I’ll stop before I bore.

Do you want more?

Tich Ennis

28^th August, 2017

Diamond

May the finite comprehend the infinite?

Maybe if I try with all my might.

Diamonds are formed under great compression.

Many suffer from depression.

I am not the worrying kind.

When will I make up my mind?

Tich Ennis

14^th August, 2017

Fancy That

I live in oblivion but I don’t like words like that.

I like words like dog and cat.

Fancy that.

I have made no mark on the world, I am alone, unhonoured and unsung.

I bite my tongue.

Its not quite that bad, I don’t want to be a drama queen.

I am, as far as I know, a human being.

Sooner or later everything comes to a conclusion.

I end now to avoid confusion.

Tich Ennis

23^rd July, 2017

Shred

Should I write every shred before I’m dead?

Do not dismiss others without a thought.

Love cannot be bought.

Is it pointless for me to write things down?

What is the point of a circus, the clown?

I suppose so, yes.

That’s true, I guess.

Suppose no one came, no one wanted to see or hear?

There’s always the next town when you’re not wanted here.

I might mention beer.

Be of good cheer.

Tich Ennis

14^th July, 2017