Category Archives: Poem

The Abyss

I dwell in the abyss, is it of my own making?

Love is there for taking.

It has been said love is giving.

Am I living?

I must give and give and give.

Then, only then, I live.

Life is real, life is hard, its not so bad when you try.

Try before you die.

Or live a lie.

I talk to me, I talk to you.

To be is to do.

That’s telling you.

Me too.

Tich Ennis

15th September, 2018

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Better

I have met many people better than me, if you knew me you would agree.

I walk in your shadow, I walk in your light.

I see better in day than in night.

Who is the perfect poet, or was or will be?

Almost definitely not me.

I strive for perfection, perhaps not hard enough.

I moan and wail that life is tough.

I mean mine and yours, the world, the Earth.

Can I find perfection in the land of my birth?

Perfection is something perhaps you have to be.

Who, me?

Tich Ennis

6th September, 2018

Mr. Nobody

He doesn’t expect anyone to do anything, is he right?

Mr. Goodnight.

Who says things are alright?

Not me, do you?

What’s a fellow to do?

I dislike proving anyone wrong.

I like when we get along.

Mr. Perfect has not shown up.

If he did would you say shut up?

If I plug my finger in the dam will you say who do I think I am?

I dislike napalm in Vietnam.

And man’s inhumanity to man.

Must I do something if you don’t?

I will, I will, I will, I won’t.

Okay maybe, give me time.

I’ll get around to it in rhyme.

Will truth and love win?

Where do I begin?

I meant to say when.

I am the least of men.

Hope lives here.

Maybe next year.

I disappear.

Tich Ennis

5th September, 2018

Help Me

I wish I had someone to do for me the things I need to do.

How about you?

Do you feel the same way too?

Look in the mirror, enjoy the view.

Here’s talking to you, prodigal son.

Who else will do it, you are the only one.

Tough luck, that’s how the mop flops, be your slave.

Fortune favours the brave.

A little help, a word or two from someone who has been there before means a lot to me.

I will get it done when you and I agree.

Someone asked do I want to be famous well not really, no.

I appreciate appreciation, I should start before I go.

Tell me something I don’t know.

I wait to hear from a man called Joe.

Finding how is hard I said before.

Repeating yourself is a bore.

I won’t say more.

Tich Ennis

31st August, 2018

Into The Future

Into the future comes the child.

An ever changing world greets her, fortune smiled.

What lies in store only time will tell.

Yin and yang, Heaven or Hell?

Someone looks after her now.

She may swing beneath a bough.

Looking back what will she say when life comes to an end?

I did it my way and I had a friend.

Hopefully at least that’s what she’ll say.

I wish her well in every way.

Another little one comes along.

Life is a never-ending song.

Tich Ennis

27th August, 2018

Talking Cure

We give each other therapy, you and I, who has the cure, must we die?

Thanks for the talk therapy, I am not a dog.

I am allowed on the couch, neither am I a frog.

If I said I think I’m a spoon would you say don’t stir?

If I said I am transgender would you say him or her?

Was Freud a fraud, did he fiddle his results or what?

In which belief should I put faith, gobbledegook or not?

You are a friend who does not charge, at least you do not cost.

Just another member of the legion of the lost.

Tich Ennis

2nd August, 2018

Memory

When tears come unbidden and grief can’t be hidden.

Life goes on, take refuge in a song.

A period of contemplation.  Never again.  Consternation.

It is, it was, it will not be.

Life’s history.

Sadness for what is gone.

Life goes on.

Still, memory is there.

And always will be for those who care.

Memory is in the air.

Tich Ennis

28th July, 2018