Things are looking up and down again, some things aren’t half bad.
Some things are only slightly mad.
Not quite as bad as I thought whoever or from whomever I bought.
Life is quite fraught.
Not quite as bad as I thought.
But still not quite completely all there.
When I trust them I go spare.
So the misleading mislead the misled.
I sometimes think I should have stayed in bed.
Tich Ennis
17th August, 2017
Has it all been done before and said before and if so why say it again anymore?
Not all people seem to know or have heard the word, including me, I agree.
Truth is free.
In every age we rant and rage and fill a page.
We seek a sage.
The old is new and new is old, a neverending story told.
We wonder why we live and die and laugh and cry.
Beneath the sky.
So do I.
Tich Ennis
17th August, 2017
I am a writer posing as a singer although I never wrote a song.
A singer put one of my poems to music, they need to be quite long.
He played and sang it at my book launch, a woman was highly impressed.
I should do what I do best.
So a guy in Scotland said if I make myself famous for something else someone might publish my book.
You have ears as well as eyes, listen and look.
Read the book.
Tich Ennis
16th August, 2017
The good things and the bad things are both made by man.
Two sides of a coin, thats God’s plan.
Do you need to toss a coin to make your choice?
Choose good, then rejoice.
You made your choice.
A coin may balance on its edge.
Sucicides stand on a ledge.
In life we take rough with the smooth, good and bad.
Sane and mad.
Good makes you glad.
Tich Ennis
26th July, 2017
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
God is dejected and rejected.
God is the way things are, the way we are.
He sure as Hell is not our guiding star.
I may not put this on my blog.
If you mention the word God they think you mean a backward dog.
Tich Ennis
21st July, 2017
People think I’m waving when I smoke a cigarette, which is more or less all the time.
They wave back, does this line rhyme?
Some poet woman has a line, not waving but drowning.
Are you frowning?
Anyway, her poem is quite good.
I like it anyway, if you read it you would.
Stevie Smith is her name if memory serves me right.
It usually does, goodnight.
Tich Ennis
21st July, 2017
