Category Archives: Feeling

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

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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

All Roads

All roads lead everywhere unless it’s a cul-de-sac.

If it’s a cul-de-sac turn back.

On a straight road you can’t go round the bend.

A long road seems to have no end.

May the road rise up to meet you and the wind be at your back.

A long straight road is called a tramp’s heartbreak, that’s a fact.

Boreen means small road, or maybe a lane.

Here I mean, not in Spain.

Dark alleys have a bad reputation.

In more or less every nation.

Don’t believe you can’t get there from here.

At the end of the road enjoy a beer.

Tich Ennis

9th September, 2017

Problem

Must I beg, borrow and steal to bring the world to heel?

What about how I feel?

Far be it from me to impose, I speak in rhyme, not prose.

So it goes.

The fair name of poetry has been maligned but not by me.

People think poets speak no sense, they’re not far wrong, get thee hence.

To revert once more, where can I get money?

I want to buy your freedom with a book both true and funny.

Problem, no money.

Tich Ennis

8th September, 2017

Nothing

I have nothing to say today, but I’ll say it anyway.

Nihilism, the belief that nothing is worth anything, of thee I sing.

You are king.

Alright, I don’t really believe that, I own neither a dog nor cat.

Much less a pet rat.

So there you have it, nothing for what its worth.

What on Earth?

Something or other about a non-dog and cat. Or rat.

Nature abhors a vacuum they say.

So I fill it up today.

I have not gone away.

I’m here to stay.

If nothingness is what you want I return to your old haunt.

The ghost with the most.

Who burned the toast?

Nothing is better than that.

It will not make you fat.

That’s that.

Something for nothing is a lot.

Its what you got.

Tich Ennis

7th September, 2017

Being Born

Doing things when you’ve never done them before is trying.

Some things you do only once, being born and dying.

I have experience of only one of those, I was born wearing no clothes.

In that I am not unique, I know the year but not the week.

Some king a story goes wore no clothes but said he did.

I am not and never was that kid.

Okay, a kid is a young goat, I usually wear a coat.

Decency demands I do, sometimes the Irish weather too.

Tich Ennis

2nd September, 2017