Category Archives: Sayings

Deity

God is always there when you look.

Otherwise a closed book.

Bad news they say comes in threes.

They don’t always speak the truth in times like these.

Tremendous obstacles may be overcome.

How long to kingdom come?

Acceptance may be the best way.

Tomorrow is another day.

Leave no stone unturned.

The traveller returned.

Seek and ye shall find.

Peace of mind.

You must really mean it, really do it.

Giving your all is all that’s to it.

Give yourself to what you do.

Then you know God is true.

God is self effacing, his message is be the same.

You will be glad he came.

This world lives in shame.

Who to blame?

God seeks no fame.

Do your best.

Life is a test.

Testing you.

Be true.

That’s what I should do.

Must I spell it out?

Do not doubt.

Half measures always fail.

True is the holy grail.

Its there waiting for you to find.

Make up your mind.

Its never too late until you’re dead.

Enough said.

I’ll take this as read.

To read means to understand, if you understand, then do.

How to be you.

Me too.

This poem could go on forever.

When will you understand, never?

If you understand then do.

I leave it to you.

Tich Ennis

14th August, 2017

Contradiction

I said I would post no more to my blog yet here I am again. So, I changed my mind, what’s wrong with that?

I just talked with my best friend Michael O’Brien on the phone. He said to put my poem Believe Me on my blog, so I did, just now.

Why do I write? To make money? No. Posting to a blog makes no money. Michael more or less said to put all my stuff up there, although he agreed with me recently not to give everything away for nothing.

It costs nothing to post to my blog.

Man does not live by bread alone, but does need bread. (Bread = money, hippy talk). I have almost no bread in the house, of either kind. I will buy two loaves in the cheapest supermarket later today.

I have no idea what the future holds. (Predictions are impossible, especially about the future).

I write because I love it. Is my writing good? That’s not for me to say. If someone else wrote it, would I like it? Yes. Then there would be no need for me to write it.

Does what I write need to be said? I think so. I believe so. So I say it, so I do it.

Have any real live people I meet face to face liked my writing? Yes. Not only one. Genuine people, people I trust and like. So that’s something. So its worth doing. I mean every word I say. I believe meaning. Is there anything else to believe? No. That is my message. All the time, for all time.

There is more rubbish on the internet than good stuff but there is good stuff. The world is the same. More bad stuff than good stuff but there is good stuff. (What’s rare is valuable).

Don’t lose hope.

Tich Ennis

9th August, 2017

Cigarette

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

Shakespeare

The written word remains said Shakespeare for his pains.

I am no Shakespeare, I know.

I come, I go.

The truth comes dropping slow.

That’s all I know.

Tich Ennis

14th July, 2017

My Book

I have each and every part, assembling them will break my heart.

Where do I start?

How do I join files together?

Free me from stormy weather.

What on Earth are page breaks?

My heart aches.

Have I got what it takes?

Everyman his own Gutenberg, for every boat, an iceberg.

I must give it to the printer as he requires before either or both of us expires.

Or retires.

Each genius perspires.

They wish to light fires.

So I ordered a book about Word, another book for my shelf.

Physician, heal thyself.

Tich Ennis

12th July, 2017

Zoo

A snake in the grass. The elephant in the room. The monkey on my back. A laughing hyena. Head-in-the-sand ostrich.

These and many other colourful metaphors describe the human zoo. We live there, there is no entrance fee. The demon drink. Okay, a demon is not an animal, although depicted as a horned beast, and tailed. Heads I win, tails you lose, that sort of guy.

What do you get when you cross a sheep with a kangaroo? A woolly jumper. That ancient wisdom is on a clay tablet of pre-1960 era, anthropocene. Our era, get used to it. Its all we have to go on.

In earlier, less enlightened times people would visit the local lunatic asylum to see the lunatics raving or otherwise. Now, the lunatics have taken over the asylum. This is the elephant in the room. A room with a view. Isn’t nature wonderful?

Nature red in tooth and claw, said Rudyard Kipling, who spoke a lot of sense. Sense is not popular in intellectual circles, see asylum above. Genius at a push, which is said to be akin to madness. But not the same thing. Different, yes. Vive la difference. The colours of the rainbow, from which all other colours are made.   No, the world is not monochrome, one colour, boring if so, but no.

Reality is multi-coloured, variety is the spice of life. As has been said, possibly by a parrot. Myself in that instance. Sheeplike. Bovine. Alright for sheep and cows. A bull in a china shop. A horse of a different colour. Or a person. Why not? Why indeed? Sameness is boring. But you knew that already.

I hesitated whether to call this piece Metaphorical Zoo, but no, not simple enough. Or A Zoo or The Zoo? The indefinite or the definite article, there is a vast difference. There I go again. Biodiversity in its infinite variety. The variety of human experience. My family and other animals, Gerald Durrell. Planet of the apes. A film, or movie if you prefer.   Your fellow humans.     Enjoy the show. Am I my brother’s keeper or my keeper’s brother?

Don’t try to understand other people’s motives. That way madness lies. One man’s philosophy, I do what I like and laugh at everyone else. Not my philosophy.   There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamed of in your philosophy, Shakespeare. My kind of creature.

Its not all bad or mad or sad, of that I’m glad.   This piece is subject to revision. As much else.   Hopefully the truth may evolve. It’s a slow process. Each must play their part. Must or should? That would be telling you.

Tich Ennis

10th July, 2017

Good In Parts

I am good in parts like a curate’s egg.

I do not have a wooden leg.

Some people should be brought down a peg.

But what of others, what of I?

I do my best before I die.

We can but try.

Far from perfect, okay.

Have it your way.

Not without a glimmer of hope.

Mostly, but not always a dope.

See the good and not the bad.

Sometimes the best of us are mad.

Tich Ennis

8th July, 2017