Category Archives: Feeling

Orgasm

The consummation of body and soul.

The truth will make you whole.

But when, eternal mystery?

He and she.

What about me?

Tich Ennis

30th March, 2018

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My First Kiss

Not having achieved celebrity status I know you won’t be interested in this, my first kiss.

It was hit or miss.

Not exactly instant bliss.

A scientific experiment that failed, I had yet to reach the stars.

I gave up candy bars.

Tich Ennis

25th March, 2018

Unusual

To say the usual unusually, is that what is given to me?

More or less, you see.

I don’t use strange words, avoiding the absurd.

A thought occurred.

I write, I put it down.

Maybe a feather floating, a crowd in town.

I sing of the ordinary, but not only.

I am not lonely.

Death of a friend, life’s end.

Happy, sad, funny.

Life is worth the money.

All things are one.

Rise, oh setting sun.

Tich Ennis

11th March, 2018

Late

I’ve left it rather late to do anything at all.

I like writing most of all.

So I write, that’s what I do.

Do I sound anything like you?

I thought I couldn’t do it, now I don’t care.

I feel, the words are there.

I’m old, shall my story be told?

The most boring subject is oneself, that book stays on the shelf.

Everyone’s life is interesting, so I heard.

I believe in the word.

I wanted to write when young, and did some, sometimes I bit my tongue.

Don’t want to be, just do.

An old man’s advice to you.

Tich Ennis

17th January, 2018

Full Flower

Art and science walk hand in hand, shall we allow them to despoil the land?

At their best they are wonderful, supreme, at their worst an adolescent dream.

To be mature or immature, wine aged in the wood.

Or whiskey ten year old, its good.

Thought and imagination find their flower now and then.

Oftentimes we wait and wait, saying oh God when?

At any level good is good, trees and shrubs make up the wood.

Some stand tall and stately, magnificently made.

Affording, as someone said, the weary traveller shade.

Tich Ennis

28th September, 2017

Genius is of the Spirit

Genius is of the spirit not the mind.

You have it, be kind.

In every little thing you do be true.

And in big things too.

Goya said he was still learning at the age of ninety-five.

Learn while you’re alive.

You will be dead a long time, so the mournful people say.

You are not dead today.

Use your brush, your words, your hands and feet.

Joy is unconfined when lovers meet.

Life is your work of art.

Be of good heart.

Tich Ennis

19th September, 2017

Value

Do I give good value? Does fresh air?

Thank you for nothing you seem to say, there, there.

More or less no one says they like what I do.

I am human too.

Alright, a few, now and then.

Whether for my voice or pen.

I guess I’m not the best self advertiser.

I have no money, I am not a miser.

What do you see, read, hear?

This, that and the other while you drink your beer.

Be of good cheer.

I am a king without a throne.

Throw the dog a bone.

Tich Ennis

14th September, 2017