Category Archives: Sun

Cloud

We live in a cloud of unknowing and keep growing.

Basically, shut up and eat your bun.

Thank God for the Sun.

Is it any use talking or walking?

Well, not much, you might speak double Dutch.

I want to make it clear, that’s why I’m here.

Before I disappear.

The condemned man ate a hearty breakfast, I like porridge.

And sharing knowledge.

Tich Ennis

26th July, 2017

Optimists

Optimists in Ireland buy an open topped car.

Rain is not far away, not very far.

Sun hats are rarely seen, rare as blue sky.

Nor sunglasses, don’t ask why.

Sun lotion is not a big seller.

If you don’t know why ask Joseph Heller.

He may never have been in Ireland, I don’t know.

Today the sun shines and the wind doth blow.

Okay, a breeze.

Leaves rustle in the trees.

Swallows fly in times like these.

I need to recharge my phone.

I rang a friend, I’m not alone.

I look upward, I see a kite, the feathered kind.

And blue sky, oh never mind.

This is one of the few days you can wear Summer clothes.

A day to remember, one of those.

Tich Ennis

12th July, 2017

No One

No one likes my long stuff, no one wants me serious.

Should I be delirious?

I prefer happiness and joy, I understand.

I danced and listened to the band.

Someone made the instruments, someone wrote the tune.

Someone wrote the song, a Moon in June.

Hear the singer croon.

Nothing comes from nowhere, rain and Sun and air.

You’re there.

Someone built the house you live in, do you need to see the plan?

More or less no is the answer, it began with one man.

A house to love and live in, it is not built on sand.

Care and thought goes in the making of happiness in the land.

The foundation is all important, it is laid down with care.

Yet, when all is said and done, no one knows its there.

Tich Ennis

1st July, 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

Cosmic

Far be it from me to mention Mars.

Even further away are stars.

They don’t all have names or if they have them I don’t know.

I have not been introduced here below.

I know one is called North, possibly South, the morning star is somewhere about.

Its strange to think they are always there but can’t be seen in daylight, so there.

We are neighbours in the milky way, I know that for a fact, our galaxy, okay?

I could go on for a light year and a day.

I appear not to have mentioned the Sun.

I have not time to name every one.

I notice I mentioned I a lot.

Am I big in the Cosmos?

Not a jot.

That’s your lot.

Tich Ennis

19th June, 2017

 

Spinner

I spin a web of golden threads from the story of my life, of this world, my world, your world, the Moon above, the universe.

I wish to free all that and those from war and want and misery, to free all of us above all else from a fatal curse.

A golden ladder to Heaven’s gate I wish to build, I wish to make, a bridge that all may cross who live under the Sun.

I dream this dream asleep, awake, I dream with every breath I take that all may be one.

Well, not quite, but more or less.

I’m only human, goodnight, God bless.

Tich Ennis

16th June, 2017