Category Archives: Rhyme

Blood

My life’s blood spills out upon a page.

Will I die in peace or rage?

Get over it, it could be worse, cheer up, Irish people say.

Yeah, right, I say in my last words, who will write them down except this clown?

Oh, sorry, I wrote a line that does not rhyme.

Someday I may.

Blood, they say, is thicker than water, I know which I like to drink.

Hello there, my pen has not run out of ink.

Tich Ennis

25th June, 2017

Mine

Do I undermine myself by being funny?

By the way, I have no money.

Almost no one knows I’m here.

I drink, but am not addicted to beer.

I am to cigarettes, but that’s a different matter.

I don’t eat a lot, I’m not getting fatter.

The world, and the way it is, is not about me.

I know that, do you agree?

I would like to teach the blind to see.

Tich Ennis

25th June, 2017

Explosion

God exploded and broke apart, we broke his heart.

God is past, present and future all in one and, oh yes, the Sun.

We carry a little piece of him in our heart and his mortal enemy, the Devil is also there.

Be careful which you choose, above all, care.

Someday in the future God will join together again when there is peace among men.

I am a heretic, burned at the stake, my question is, how long will it take?

When end heartbreak?

What difference can a poet make?

Walter Scott wrote The Lady of the Lake.

Be not fake.

This is my Sunday poem.

By their works ye know ‘em.

Tich Ennis

25th June, 2017

After All

I don’t know what to say or who to say it to.

You?

Do I make myself clear?

Have I your ear?

Before I disappear.

What is more or less a thing, am I right?

Subject, for want of a better word, goodnight.

I write.

I am not a nihilist, so there.

I care.

So I said something after all.

If you want me, call.

Tich Ennis

24th June, 2017

You

You never tell me whether you like my stuff, okay, what am I looking for, praise?

The end of days.

Lost in a maze.

See through the haze.

Is that the white flag of peace I see through the smoke or a bloodstained bandage, give my heart ease.

The turmoil and the tumult batter on.

When peace comes war is gone.

So I die and no one knows.

Do you prefer poetry or prose?

God knows.

Tich Ennis

23rd June, 2017

Tomorrow

Tomorrow is another day, it never comes, the present is here to stay.

If you like it, fine, if not, do your time.

I make mine.

Another glass of wine?

I dislike poems when you don’t know what they mean.

Do you believe a dream?

Oh well, I thought I’d write this anyway.

Tomorrow is another day.

That’s all I have to say.

I go away.

Tich Ennis

22nd June, 2017

When

When quantum computing comes all codes will be crackable, that includes Russian, American and Chinese and what have you.

And terrorists and drug dealers too.

It will be an open book if you want to take a look.

That will give the security services something to do, pornographers look out.

There’s a spy about.

The truth will find you out.

At leat I hope so, God willing.

Are you the full shilling?

I look forward to the truth.

I have since youth.

Okay, so your missile codes are known.

Will you be blown up alone?

Call a help line on the phone.

When secrecy and double dealing ends will we be friends?

When hatred ends.

I pen a line or two to you now and then.

I’m heartsick, sore and sorry until when?

Tich Ennis

22nd June, 2017