Category Archives: The End

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

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

Jeremy Corbyn

Perhaps the only thing wrong with Jeremy Corbyn is that his economics are barmy.

He and his barmy army.

Strange how leftwingers depend on capitalism, like loans from Goldman Sachs.

Watch your backs.

You can’t live on credit, ask the Greeks.

Austerity in how many weeks?

The lesser of two evils is not much choice.

The time is not yet here to say rejoice.

Tich Ennis

16th June, 2017

Intensity

The intensity of feeling when it is for something or someone good.

How can we understand things, are we lost in a wood?

How may I explain love and hurt and death and pain?

Must I explain all to you and me too?

I do my best, I am a smoker, drinker, thinker.

Can a man in a pub give the brass jug a rub?

Call forth the genie, make a wish, enlightenment is all.

I muse, I wonder, write words here, I love large and small.

Zeitgeist is a word that means the spirit of the age.

It is filled with hatred, greed, gluttony and rage.

Indifference is not quite complete.

When may true hearts meet?

I am quite old, must it go on like this?

Is there joy in life more than a lover’s kiss?

Oh bliss.

I’m not sure how to end this poem or my life.

Many girls could have been my wife.

What is or was or could be everlasting joy?

Playing with a hoop when I was a boy.

Tich Ennis

14th June, 2017

Fix The World

Right said Fred.

I’ll do it when I’m dead.

Its too late then said the undertaker.

Who will pay my cabinet maker?

I’ll try to fit you in on Monday after Coronation Street said Fred, speaking again.

Alright said the undertaker, that’s alright then.

Are you a man of your word?

You wouldn’t believe the rubbish I have heard.

I don’t believe it myself said Fred to me.

Any chance of a cup of tea?

I’ll put the kettle on said she.

Wait and see.

You took the words out of my mouth said he.

I will be back. Probably.

No mention of infinity.

That means so much to me.

After all I’m no Einstein or only relatively.

You workmen are all the same!

Promises are your game.

Still, I’m glad you came.

I’ll expect you when I see you.

Until then, do you take sugar? One or two?

Oh, thank you.

Tich Ennis

13th June, 2017