Category Archives: Meaning

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I don’t like being told what to think I once said.

I prefer to be alive than dead.

I may agree with you when you agree with me.

I discuss with Plato over a cup of tea.

You may be convinced you are right I am not.

You dogmatic fool stop talking rot!

What everyone knows is wrong, don’t follow the herd.

You are your own man or woman don’t be absurd.

What is popular is not always wrong, Susan Boyle can sing a song.

What is popular is not always right, many drugs and madnesses are popular, goodnight.

You recognise the truth when you hear it you know.

It is not true because a person told you so.

Who owns your brain, your mind?

I say you do, I am not the dictator kind.

The truth is there for you to find.

Where, in you and I hope, me too.

Should animals be in a zoo?

Don’t tell me, show me, that is what it means to teach.

In a mad world sanity is within reach.

It is a pity obvious things need to be said.

When you are alive you are not dead.

Be alive to the new, the old, the true.

Then you are you.

Alive too.

Search and find peace of mind.

When you stop learning you are dead.

A wise man said.

Its hard to say a lot in a few words, but I try.

Maybe I’ll get it right before I die.

Ask the greatest question, why.

Understanding comes to those who try.

Goodbye.

Tich Ennis

13th July, 2018

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Young

Its no good if it isn’t new young people say, do you?

They are new, will they be old, that depends on them if truth be told.

What they eat and what they drink, their brain will last if they think.

Do you kill yourself with kindness, even I should smoke less.

Being young is something you grow out of given time, do you see yourself in this rhyme?

Does your mirror lie, do I?

I am old, I watch you passing by.

Build your past, it will not last.

Live now, anyhow.

Tich Ennis

12th July, 2018

Rhyme

A poem to last for all time, is it a poem or a rhyme?

A rhyme is down to earth and dum-de-dum, a poem transcends and then some.

When the two of them combine I may turn water into wine.

Perhaps I’ll walk on water first then drink the wine to slake my thirst.

The blind may see, the deaf may hear, the dumb shall speak sometime, some year.

In the meantime here I am, a poet, one who gives a damn.

Tich Ennis

10th July, 2018

Wrong Again

I thought there was no coffee then I looked round, wrong again.

I don’t need to go to the shop then.

There is no one way to write, you don’t have to stay up all night.

Do what suits you how it suits you say what suits you, that’s the way.

At any time of night or day.

You don’t have to know everything, you never will.

Don’t copy anyone, climb your own hill.

Be yourself, who else were you born to be?

Then you may drink coffee, or if you prefer, tea.

Tich Ennis

1st July, 2018

Plan

Has God a plan for me?

If he has it is yet to be.

I sing God’s fame but do not use his name.

The name unspoken.

Heartbroken.

Shall my and his hour come round at last?

I am a blast from the past.

A golden oldie, rather mouldy.

I must put myself aside, God died.

Have I failed or never tried?

Has God committed suicide?

Then I’m on my own.

Alone.

Man who never was speak through me.

Eternity.

Infinity is no small thing.

Let your voice ring.

My voice is small.

Why speak at all?

I know I must.

Before I return to dust.

I am made of mud and stars and so are you.

Who seeks the true?

I do.

For you.

Before we kill the Earth and God and all.

I love life that’s why I speak at all.

One voice however small.

Hear the call.

You are not alone after all.

I end my rhyme.

See you next time.

I often end with a joke.

Sorry I spoke.

I mean my word.

Let the dead man’s voice be heard.

Tich Ennis

30th June, 2018

My Dead Brother

Me: What did you think when you died and found there is an afterlife after all?

He: I was pleasantly surprised.

Me: I’m glad you’re there, I thought you might be a figment of my imagination.

He: I am.

Me: Have you met Plato and Aristotle and people like that? Have they a lot to say for themselves?

He: They said it already.

Me: You said meaning is a construct people try to put on things. What does that mean?

He: You’re too clever by half.

Me: Compare me with Einstein.

He: He’s only trotting after you.

Me: You said you always knew you would have to die sometime.

He: I was right.

Me: You said I am a machine. Am I artificially intelligent?

He: Not very.

Me: Helena said the good thing about dying is you don’t have to learn any new gadgets. The world is afflicted with gadgetomania.

He: You can have too much of a good thing.

Me: A poet said these words, half in love with easeful death. Also, intimations of mortality. You had those. How are your faculties?

He: Alive and kicking.

Me: Who said, all I know is I know nothing? The one who drank hemlock.

He: Ask God or Google. Google is quicker.

Me: You’re dead right. Rest in pieces.

He: The only letters I have after my name are R.I.P.

Me: Rip van Winkle. Is this enough to be going on with?

He: More than enough. See you shortly.

Me: I’m in no hurry.

He: You never were. What’s new?

 

Tich Ennis

21st June, 2018