Category Archives: The End

Last Option

Now at last I do or die.

Or at least try.

I cannot pay one who knows, I can’t afford new clothes.

No money, don’t you understand?

I don’t, things are not grand.

I myself must find out how, that’s the best way.

I may ring one last friend, today.

Writing this is postponement, I must make atonement.

For what I am not sure, maybe a lazy mind.

I am not the thinking kind.

Some things come easily to me.

Not everything, you see.

My best friend believed in me.

So I will try, and hopefully achieve.

I must myself believe.

Others have done it, so can I.

I tell myself that is no lie.

It will happen if I try.

I have no other choice, its up to me.

I will do it, wait and see.

Tich Ennis

15th January, 2018

 

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Best Friend Dead

Michael O’Brien has died. There is a best friend shaped hole in my heart. I’ll have to make everyone my best friend. Tall order.

Tich Ennis

8th January, 2018

Orbit

It seems odd that poems often revert to source.

You may have noticed this, of course.

Back where they came from, they began.

This may be the poet’s plan.

Walk in a circle as the Earth around the Sun.

Back where you came from, where you begun.

You may say orbits are elliptical, of course.

That is if you studied in a bourse.

Look it up in a book if you must before you return to dust.

Or, as I now say, source.

Tich Ennis

27th December, 2017

Anonymous Letter

I am who you don’t know but I know you.

I saw you through the keyhole too.

Be not afraid, I shall not spill the beans.

Do it yourself by all means.

Headlines in the paper inches high.

People will know your name before you die.

In the meantime carry on.

I’m watching you, I’m here, I’m gone.

Tich Ennis

27th December, 2017

Family Life

The nuclear family can explode, it may not be the end of the road.

I am in training for the big event, I may or may not be Heaven sent.

Yes, a family can be Hell, oh well.

They can be Heaven too for me and you.

You only have one mother, would you want another?

Friends come and go, some life long.

You may enjoy a song.

You always have your family, a stone around your neck or a life jacket from time to time.

They forgive your crime.

Tich Ennis

12th December, 2017

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

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