Category Archives: The End

LGBT

LGBT is the new normal, or so they say.

They have not gone away.

There’s no such thing as normal says one school of thought.

Also, everyone is mad or should be, what rubbish have I bought?

I thought of being a priest or a lawyer but then said no.

I don’t want to defend crooks and hearing confessions might pervert me, I have to go.

There I tell a lie, being a priest would not suit me.

I don’t know what does, please don’t shoot me.

Tich Ennis

6th December, 2017

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Converging Concepts

Maths, art, science, literature, philosophy, religion are converging to a single point.

A Russian scientist said that, whom the saints anoint.

Speaking for myself, I concur.

I who infrequently err.

Love is where you find it wherever that may be.

An old pop song or a cup of tea.

Did Adam and Eve do wrong or did they make a mistake?

The Reader’s Digest said that in my years of heartache.

I made mistakes in my time.

Who is without crime?

Everything should rhyme.

I do be and I does be talking rot.

That’s not all I’ve got.

Whoever is responsible, thanks a lot.

I think this poem is rather good but who am I to say?

Have it your way.

Perhaps the last two lines should be in parentheses or, as you might say, bracket.

If you have a bad child do you smack it?

Tich Ennis

4th December, 2017

Midnight Hour

At the end of the day it’s the midnight hour, that’s self evidently true.

I’d believe it if I were you.

Twelve midnight, not half past two.

Truism is a word you may not have heard.

It means self evidently true, not false, absurd.

One and one makes two.

That’s an example, a free sample.

We’re born, we live, we die, all that stuff.

If you don’t like it, tough.

There’s no getting away from it, the truth is true.

Believe it or not its up to you.

To believe in the true.

I would if I were you.

I do.

Tich Ennis

30th November, 2017

 

Hurdles

There’s always another hurdle before you come to the end.

Keep going and you’ll get there, my friend.

No one said it would be easy, if it was easy everyone would do it.

Then when you have it done they say there’s nothing to it.

I dislike when people say you would know that.

So would they if they bothered to find out, know a dog from a cat.

Are successful people especially gifted or do they just work hard?

Believe me my friend it pays to think or else get up the yard.

Tich Ennis

28th November, 2017

Target

To dissolve untruths and expose them as a lie.

Is that what I must do before I die?

If so, why?

Why must we live in a lie?

People are fed up with politics and politicians, so am I.

It seems all gameplaying saying I’m all right and you’re all wrong.

A worn out song.

Certainly not true, hear Big Ben bong.

As someone said, how long, oh Lord, how long?

How long is life, must we put up with this?

Not if I have my way before death’s last kiss.

I seek eternal bliss.

What is the missing factor in all this?

Abandoned truth, ignored, unloved, oh lovely miss.

Thou art my target may I never miss.

May my aim be true.

I love you.

So do other people too.

You are not alone.

Not while flesh clings to my bone.

I hear your moan, your cry.

You are as I.

I can but try.

Arrow, play your part.

Aim for the heart.

Target, thou art mine.

Finest wine.

Now and for all time.

I speak in rhyme.

As you see here.

I drink beer.

A glass might leave a ring on this page.

Must I leave behind tears and rage?

Not if I have my way.

I will have my say.

That’ll be the day.

Tich Ennis

24th November, 2017

Wonder

Don’t wonder about things, find out.

All you have to do is ask, that’s what its all about.

Its either yes or no or quick or slow.

If it doesn’t work try another way.

So I heard my mother say.

The world is full of wonder, magic, spells.

Pleasant and unpleasant smells.

I could say scent, you know what I meant.

Avoid the void of ignorance, look and find.

That way lies peace of mind.

Tich Ennis

14th November, 2017

Outside World

Should I join the outside world, become part of a part?

Here perhaps I should make mention of my aching heart.

Your bureaucracy does not appeal to me.

You see.

That’s not me.

Still when in Rome and all that sort of thing.

I swear fealty to no king.

I suppose I can ring up and maybe find a human there.

This ape would escape his cage and breathe free air.

I’m almost there.

Is this enough to say right now?

I’ll get there sometime, somehow.

That’s all for now.

Expect the unexpected, a knock on your door.

I like your ceiling, can I take the floor?

Tich Ennis

9th November, 2017