Category Archives: Harmony

Converging Concepts

Maths, art, science, literature, philosophy, religion are converging to a single point.

A Russian scientist said that, whom the saints anoint.

Speaking for myself, I concur.

I who infrequently err.

Love is where you find it wherever that may be.

An old pop song or a cup of tea.

Did Adam and Eve do wrong or did they make a mistake?

The Reader’s Digest said that in my years of heartache.

I made mistakes in my time.

Who is without crime?

Everything should rhyme.

I do be and I does be talking rot.

That’s not all I’ve got.

Whoever is responsible, thanks a lot.

I think this poem is rather good but who am I to say?

Have it your way.

Perhaps the last two lines should be in parentheses or, as you might say, bracket.

If you have a bad child do you smack it?

Tich Ennis

4th December, 2017

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One Day

If I said something totally one sided some of you would agree.

That’s not me.

You see.

Or rather, don’t.

Because you won’t.

It wouldn’t suit you.

So they shoot you.

The opposite point of view.

How like you.

I am on both sides and all sides at once.

Call me a dunce.

Maybe no side at all.

Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall.

One day I may make it clear.

When I have your ear.

What you already know.

I told you so.

Should I spell it out?

Say get the Hell out?

You’re good at that, damn good I say.

I’ll try another way.

One day you may have enough of acting tough.

Run out of lies and alibis.

When that day comes I’m here.

Join me in a beer.

Good cheer!

Tich Ennis

2nd December, 2017

Rude Words

Rude words are concerned with bodily functions and parts and God’s name, the things we’re not to meant to say, why not?

It’s more or less all we’ve got.

Under your clothes you are completely naked, nude.

Is that rude?

Rude means common, what’s wrong with that, so is air.

Thank God it’s not rare.

Its there.

So we live and also why.

Maybe you’ll get sense before you die.

Tich Ennis

27th November, 2017

Class

Is God upper class?

Kiss my ass.

We’ll let that pass.

No, does he look down from a lofty height?

He does not talk shite.

Am I the equal of God?

Who me, a lazy sod?

I’d say no, he believes in equality.

He is equality, you see.

I don’t believe in class, categories.

God bless us, I am about to sneeze.

Who makes jokes at times like these?

God is the greatest joker of them all.

Pride goes before a fall.

That’s all.

Its extremely hard to get a message through.

To jokes like you.

Tich Ennis

23rd November, 2017

Angel Voice

Come to Heaven angel voices whispered to me.

I can’t go yet, the world is not yet free.

It’s a damp day, not warm, not raining, I hope not the calm before the storm.

I have things to do, I suppose I should do them now.

Get ready for better days, anyhow.

I had luck today, things are better than they seem.

I hear angel voices in a dream.

Why must some people suffer so?

God knows I am not God I do not know.

Tich Ennis

21st November, 2017

Kick

Life keeps kicking me in the you-know-where I could say which part but that would break my mother’s heart.

My brother says that’s because I never did anything before in days of yore.

I floated through life, I never took a wife.

I more or less let things happen but managed to keep my head above water.

A girl might turn out like her mother however attractive she is as a daughter.

I did have some small successes, God bless us.

In some ways I did more than most, Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

However, why now when I try am I a sucide afraid to die?

Other people are Hell said Sartre, oh well.

They make me wait and wait and wait.

Is this fate?

There is the occasional rare exception.

Who’s parents did not practice contraception.

Not then, at least.

In life the yeast.

Am I the only one on whom I can depend?

Not quite but almost otherwise I would give up and say, the end.

As you may surmise I more or less never practice what I preach.

Pretty girl on a beach.

Not quite out of reach.

How may I blame others who do nothing when I do it all the time?

Not quite, I wrote this rhyme.

Someone said kick against the pricks.

This old dog needs to learn new tricks.

Wait no longer for a cowboy called Tom Mix.

Other people almost always let me down.

You too?

Who’s blue?

Can I rely on no one except me?

I’ll get around to it sometime, wait and see.

That’s me.

Tich Ennis

18th November, 2017

Music Maker

Should I tell the truth as it applies to me or is that boring wait and see.

If you sing and record at home your song needs mastering, or maybe poem.

Here is a boring fact, ISRC code, what’s that?

You need one on each track for identification on a radio station.

They are free if you look around and do no harm to the sound.

Whoever duplicates your CD if you make one puts them on at no extra cost.

No one told me all this, not all is lost.

I found out by asking, looking around and a little luck.

There are good guys out there who read the book.

When you’re starting you have to do everything for yourself including finding who to use for what.

Quite a lot.

If someone lived my life before could they tell me more?

Little by little I find how, your way would be different, a different hand on the plough.

I still have more to find out will I get there?

Yes, if I care.

So there.

What’s good is rare.

And who, you?

Maybe me too.

It is a case of doing things one step at a time.

As I wrote this rhyme.

This has been a blog, online diary, my recent history.

Why anyone else would be interested is a mystery.

I said nothing about how many cups of coffee I had nor a photo of my coffee cup.

Now at last I shut up.

Tich Ennis

15th November, 2017