Category Archives: Knowledge


I think what this poem means is I don’t know.

Should I explain before I go?

You have a brain you know.

I told you so.

Tich Ennis

12th March, 2018


Nothing To Do

I write because I have nothing to do.

The sky is black, not blue.

Its night time, nothing good on the radio.

So I write, goodnight.

Will I ever get things sorted out, find out what its all about?

Trying to make sense of it all, that’s what I do and am doing.

A cause worth pursuing.

I’d rather write in hope and be considered a dope, I have plenty of scope.

I hang about not on a rope.

So I write these words instead of being dead.

The purpose of life is to find the purpose of life amid the strife.

That’s life.

Tich Ennis

5th February, 2018

Patreon – Maybe?

I am considering signing up for the artists’ patronage site, Patreon.  At a glance it appears good or maybe very good.  I don’t allow myself to get excited.  Some guy said he doesn’t believe in positive thinking because you think its going to happen and it doesn’t then you get all depressed.

Where have all the patrons gone?  Gone to the digital world, everyone.  There goes the mob, I am their leader, I must follow them.  After further consideration.  Look before you leap.  Yesterday we stood on the edge of an abyss, today we take a great leap forward – Russian politician.

My most recent poem blogged here, Sinn Fein, is not my most recent poem, I normally put them up chronologically, in order of writing.  I suppose I’ll get around to putting that earlier one up.   I need to read up about Patreon.

Its snowing here now, first snow I’ve seen for a long time.  Predicted, but predictions are often unreliable.  You can’t be wrong all the time.

About Patreon, when I know what, how, and why I may write further on that topic.  If it works, it works.  It appears to work for some, as far as I can see from a brief study.

I feel my stuff is uncategorisable, does not fit any niche or genre, I know some like it.  The real world and the virtual, the real world is more expensive.  Matter matters, matter costs.  Paper, ink, printing, plastic discs, but I like that world too.  It is my first love.

So I climb a learning curve.  Slow learner though I be.  I desire a comprehensive overview.  I feel it may take me three days to get there, the summit, apex, pinnacle, look up your thesaurus.  Top.  From where I will survey the scene.

Where to have the picnic?  Or whether, weather permitting.  The top will do, enjoy the view.  Birds may eat the crumbs.  The joy of alfresco, no floor to sweep up.  And if you spill your drink don’t panic.  Far from the kitchen sink.

Patreon here I come but will you notice?  New worlds to conquer, said the unwanted immigrant.  Napoleon was not French, I console myself with that thought.  An outsider.  With an objective view.

Does anyone want my tourist postcards?

Tich Ennis

16th January, 2018




An apple fell from off a tree right into my lap, lucky me.

You can’t expect everything to fall into your lap, you sap.

At least sit under the tree, like me, why not pick one, one that’s ripe?

Don’t believe tripe.

Its not all luck, you make your own.

Call the right person on the phone.

Hermit, alone.

An apple waits for you, you’ve got to do.

I was like you, look at me now.

Under the bough.

Tich Ennis

12th January, 2018



‘Tis worse things are getting instead of better.

“That’s not true, did you read my letter?”

I threw it in the bin, unopened, along with the junk mail.

“Then you don’t know, a boat has a sail.”

Why do you speak obscurely, how can I make sense of what you say?

“If you try you will, have a nice day.”

What if I don’t bother, will you close the door?

“There you go again, asking for more.”

If I don’t clap will there be an encore?

“Wait and see what lies in store.”

What does this all mean?

“What is the meaning of a dream?”

Tich Ennis

1st January, 2018


Anonymous Letter

I am who you don’t know but I know you.

I saw you through the keyhole too.

Be not afraid, I shall not spill the beans.

Do it yourself by all means.

Headlines in the paper inches high.

People will know your name before you die.

In the meantime carry on.

I’m watching you, I’m here, I’m gone.

Tich Ennis

27th December, 2017


Skull Two

I like saying things that mean two things at once.

Some hate it and treat me as a dunce.

Two for the price of one as I once said.

You may get the joke before you’re dead.

Why has a skull a grin on its face?

Maybe a joke is not out of place.

Must I explain clearly as to a fool or child?

Some don’t want to know at school, they drive their teacher wild.

The skull smiled.

Tich Ennis

26th December, 2017