Category Archives: Earth

Message From God 3

Am I a welcome visitor?

To him or her?

Its human to err.

Tich Ennis

19th March, 2018

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The Road

There is a road where our house used to be a man said to me.

My old family home has now thirteen houses on the site, alright.

The only constant is change said some Indian man.

Is this God’s plan?

If things remained the same life would be very tame.

More of the same.

Each day is different, you have good days and bad.

Don’t let the weather drive you mad.

Its not that bad.

I lived in a house with a lovely view, now I’m happy where I am.

God don’t say damn.

What a fool I am.

Someone said I should write a song.

Where do I belong?

This is my song.

Don’t let me go wrong.

How long, oh Lord, how long?

How long is the road home?

Home is where you are.

So said my guiding star.

I am, I am, you are.

Friends disappear and new ones come along.

A neverending song.

I sing my song.

Move with the times or die.

I tell no lie.

Tich Ennis

14th February, 2018

The Question

My best friend Michael O’Brien said I will be famous after I’m dead.

He died first, instead.

Do I want fame for myself, no.

The truth comes dropping slow.

I want what everyone wants but hardly dares to expect.

World peace, an end to war and argument as you might suspect.

I write my words, they say the same.

Allow children play a game.

Maybe Michael’s right, may my words be true.

I want a perfect world for you.

How about me too?

A perfect world requires perfected people, they are rare.

The burning question, do you care?

Tich Ennis

2nd February, 2018

Appearance

The Sun appears to go around the Earth but that is not the case.

Do you believe your eyes, have you a pretty face?

I am a handsome poet or so some lady said.

She might like to be called that, she is not dead.

Your opinion may differ from others, mine does from my brother’s.

Do less obviously attractive girls get asked at a dance?

Do men deserve a kick in the pants?

Things are not as they seem.

Wake up from a dream.

Tich Ennis

17th 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

 

Sinn Fein

Sinn Fein revealed for the sectarian murderers they are.

When will they find their guiding star?

Whatever happened to live and let live, to love means to give.

As for the Unionists why don’t you learn Scots Gaelic, its more or less the same.

Why play the hate game?

We’re all the same.

I’d like a borderless world, the Earth has none.

May we smile under the Sun.

Must I make it absolutely clear, borders are man made, creating fear.

Lets have no borders here.

Maybe next year.

When will tomorrow come, never, people say.

The IRA have not gone away.

Allow the children play.

That’s all I have to say.

Forever and a day.

A child waves at everyone passing by, even me.

They see.

When will truth be?

A child believes in friendliness, do not betray their trust.

We are made from the same dust.

Okay, Sinn Fein, you had your say.

Help make hate go away.

I have not joined the haters.

I am one of the waiters.

I don’t mean in a hotel.

What the Hell!

Tich Ennis

16th January, 2018

 

Apple

An apple fell from off a tree right into my lap, lucky me.

You can’t expect everything to fall into your lap, you sap.

At least sit under the tree, like me, why not pick one, one that’s ripe?

Don’t believe tripe.

Its not all luck, you make your own.

Call the right person on the phone.

Hermit, alone.

An apple waits for you, you’ve got to do.

I was like you, look at me now.

Under the bough.

Tich Ennis

12th January, 2018