Category Archives: Humanity

Deity

God is always there when you look.

Otherwise a closed book.

Bad news they say comes in threes.

They don’t always speak the truth in times like these.

Tremendous obstacles may be overcome.

How long to kingdom come?

Acceptance may be the best way.

Tomorrow is another day.

Leave no stone unturned.

The traveller returned.

Seek and ye shall find.

Peace of mind.

You must really mean it, really do it.

Giving your all is all that’s to it.

Give yourself to what you do.

Then you know God is true.

God is self effacing, his message is be the same.

You will be glad he came.

This world lives in shame.

Who to blame?

God seeks no fame.

Do your best.

Life is a test.

Testing you.

Be true.

That’s what I should do.

Must I spell it out?

Do not doubt.

Half measures always fail.

True is the holy grail.

Its there waiting for you to find.

Make up your mind.

Its never too late until you’re dead.

Enough said.

I’ll take this as read.

To read means to understand, if you understand, then do.

How to be you.

Me too.

This poem could go on forever.

When will you understand, never?

If you understand then do.

I leave it to you.

Tich Ennis

14th August, 2017

Truth Tellers

Truth tellers are not welcome it seems to me.

Oh well, the best is yet to be.

Can I have a good cup of tea?

Look all around you, see the worst.

So much with lies and falsehood cursed.

Hear everyday ordinary political speech.

Is the truth beyond their reach?

Or ours.

Grow flowers.

I write by the way of a bouquet.

This is what I have to say.

People say what suits them not what they think about a lot of things.

This is true of many kings.

Note I do not say all.

Extremism could kill us all.

That’s all.

Tich Ennis

28th July, 2017

God’s Fatal Error

He made me. I let him down.

Into a hole in the ground.

The rest is history.

It is no mystery.

He trusted me.

I will exhume if I can.

To fulfill his plan.

God being God can rise again.

The question, when?

When I get down to it.

Should I do it?

I suppose so.

Here I go.

Call me mister Slow.

Now I know.

His mistake was mine.

It happens all the time.

Tich Ennis

26th July, 2017

Molecules

Does every molecule of matter matter, yes it does.

I am made of them, you too.

Me and you.

Read up about them, it will blow your mind.

It reads like fantasy, the strangest kind.

Electrons made of electricity whizzing around.

The speed of light without a sound.

How much is butter, a pound?

Gravity and other forces come into play.

It will all become clear some day.

Tich Ennis

14th July, 2017

Be Brief

I’ll be brief with you.

Love is true.

True love is true.

Will that do?

Tich Ennis

13th July, 2017

Am I Wrong?

Is everything alright, is this the way you want things to be?

I don’t mean this verse, the universe and you and me.

Do you see?

If you think so, I’ll go.

I could be crazy or just lazy.

I want to clear up the mess but not if you like things as they are, I confess.

I see myself as the universal dustman, clearing up rubbish, righting wrongs, singing songs.

A garbage disposal operative you might say I am.

I am the little boy with his finger in the dam.

Tich Ennis

6th July, 2017

Carlo Rovelli and Chuck Berry

5th July, 2017

John,

Strange bedfellows. Here are audio recordings from BBC radio stations of recent date, Desert Island Discs, Carlo Rovelli, and what I call the Chuck Berry Story, interviews from 1975 and 1976 with great music, not all by the man himself.

Chuck Berry died in March at the age of ninety. Rock ‘n’ Roll keeps you young. But its not the only thing, said a passerby to me today. Chuck made a cd recently, which I may get around to buying, I heard a track or two on the radio and they were good. There was life in the old dog yet, at least until March.

Rovelli has not died so far, his choice of eight records to take to a desert island was quite good, although no Chuck Berry. Not much good without a record player, even of the wind-up kind. I assume that is also provided, along with the works of Shakepeare and the bible.

I will post this on Friday and am writing on the preceding Wednesday. Who knows what may happen in the interim? Not Theresa May. David Cameron also proved a failure as a fortune teller, and look what happened to him. No one is right all the time.

Rovelli, as you know, says time, space and matter are mythical, or words to that effect. Is only Rock ‘n’ Roll real? Or jazz in your case. A Chuck Berry record, Johnny B. Goode, was sent into outer space on a 78 r.p.m. disc. This assumes aliens, far from being an advanced form of civilisation, are living in the past, the fifties or earlier, the wind up gramophone era, possibly pre electricity.

Is there intelligent life in outer space is a question often asked. Why should there be? Is there intelligent life on Earth replied a smart alec, not Rovelli. Are some people too intelligent for their own good? That could be the case.

A brain surgeon in the U.S. operated on his own brain, successfully. We can’t all be like him, nor would we want to be. If it ain’t broke don’t fix it, a saying in America, home of junk food and a lot else besides. Jazz music is the only art form originating in the U.S., a person told me, a musician. What about pop art?

A rock musician plays three chords to three thousand people, a jazz musician plays three thousand chords to three people. And I quote.   Hopefully not ad nauseam.

This letter comprises the wrapping, the advertisement for the real thing, on discs herewith, to use legal terminology. I enclose herewith, say lawyers. How can it not be herewith if it is enclosed?   Tautology: using unnecessary words. Enough words, d

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