Category Archives: Friends

Expecting Nothing

I expect nothing from you and you expect nothing from me.

You may tweet till you’re blue in the face, as blue as the sea.

If I follow you will you follow me, get lost, drop dead attention seeker, the world shall be inherited by the meeker.

Fake news, fake friends, would you lend or give me money?

Of course not you don’t mean a thing fake person, does a bee make honey?

So I follow no one, why should I?

Do the good guys have to die?

I must say not absolutely all are fake.

That would be a big mistake.

Tich Ennis

18th November, 2017

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Messiah

Messiah seeks disciples, without experience will do.

Is this you?

No need to wear a beard but you can if you like.

No need to have put your finger in a dyke.

I could say dam, but that’s not the sort of man I am.

Whether my mission makes any difference remains to be seen.

I am more or less a human being.

I know that doesn’t rhyme, but so what?

For the moment that’s your lot.

Tich Ennis

7th November, 2017

The Halloween Ring

Slowly, imperceptibly things are happening, or maybe.

What rhymes with gravy?

I waited for a man on a white horse.

He never came, of course.

Could Clint Eastwood make my day?

He stayed away.

Mind you I said nothing, don’t get all excited.

May I allow myself to be delighted?

For every horizon there is another one.

I follow the Sun.

Something is better than nothing, I search for something.

Maybe I will get the Halloween ring.

Tich Ennis

16th October, 2017

Fancy Free

Money and me are passing acquaintances, money is fancy free.

I borrow from a friend to bring music to you.

You and you and you and me too.

Artists only buy from each other an artist said.

Are we all artists before we’re dead?

I wrote a book, I sang a song, how long, oh Lord, how long?

For a joke God made a money tree.

I sit under the apple tree.

My pockets are empty, can’t you see?

Tich Ennis

16th October, 2017

Artist

I am an artist, I just want to make.

If I said I was in PR I’d be a fake.

Who wants to manufacture distribute and sell?

To me that’s Hell.

What price the Liberty Bell?

So almost no one knows of me or my output, my work, my art.

My breaking heart.

I don’t want to cry on your shoulder, I might shrink your collar.

Can you spare a dollar?

Nothing is free, not even me.

I am unwritten history.

I will have to learn to swim sometime.

Doing nothing is a crime.

I speak metaphorically of course, I’m a poet, not a horse.

Some idiot asked do I not know how to swim, that’s Michael O’Brien, that’s him.

Can I get anything into anyone’s thick head?

I’ll keep trying until I’m dead.

By swim I meant come down to Earth, get in the swim of things.

Knock on doors, try bell rings.

Must I speak simply as if everyone is a dope?

Including myself and the Pope.

Some hope.

Tich Ennis

11th September, 2017

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

10th 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