Category Archives: Truth

Mad Book

My brother is writing a book, the maddest ever made.

In this idyllic glade.

When people don’t understand something they say it must be art.

A million for a bad photocopy, where do you start?

People pay a fortune for rubbish, that’s not art, that’s fashion, a fickle jade.

A mistake a person made.

So my brother could present his book as art, its not science, sure as Hell.

Would you fall for it?

Oh well.

Tich Ennis

28th May, 2018

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Knowall

Is God a knowall or does he exist at all?

No one likes a knowall, he shoves facts in your face.

He knows better he puts you down he is a disgrace.

God, on the other hand, is a mystery man.

Find out for yourself, that’s his plan.

He is self effacing to a fault.

Someday I may break into his vault.

Tich Ennis

5th April, 2018

Unusual

To say the usual unusually, is that what is given to me?

More or less, you see.

I don’t use strange words, avoiding the absurd.

A thought occurred.

I write, I put it down.

Maybe a feather floating, a crowd in town.

I sing of the ordinary, but not only.

I am not lonely.

Death of a friend, life’s end.

Happy, sad, funny.

Life is worth the money.

All things are one.

Rise, oh setting sun.

Tich Ennis

11th March, 2018

God Knows

God knows Christ tried. He died.

The neverending story goes on and on.

Tell the truth, be damned and gone.

Who will listen, who will hear?

Not many, maybe next year.

Damned for being right, goodnight.

Is love one another wrong, is that your song?

Why believe the liars and deniers?

Believe what you choose, you are your belief.

Good grief.

Here is the news.

We sing the blues.

Tich Ennis

24th February, 2018

Genuine

The real thing is recognised, the real thing is true.

Its taken me some time to realise, I pass this on to you.

The real thing is genuine, the real thing is not fake.

Beware of huckster snake oil salesmen on the make.

I think that’s why I liked Obama, he meant what he said.

He got elected once or twice, now he’s as good as dead.

Its worth it to mean what you say, you have your self respect.

The world appears to want fantasy, the world is not correct.

The few who are genuine in whatever field, they shine the light of truth, they never never yield.

You prefer the genuine when you eat a cake.

Thank God I say to myself not everything is fake.

You are in the presence of greatness when you are in the presence of the true.

Are you?

Tich Ennis

8th February, 2018

Goodbye Fantasy

I haven’t written for a while, now I do, maybe raise a smile.

I must justify my existence for what it worth, here on Earth.

Apparently all is fantasy, illusion, may I dispel confusion.

It sure is realistic as Hell, oh well.

Reality is the essence of the real, the real thing is how you feel.

My life progresses on from day to day, I have not gone away.

I hope to cross my bridges as they come and go, today a stranger said hello.

He asked had I sold any books, I said no one has any money.

He thought that was funny.

This poem arrives at no conclusion.

Free us from delusion.

Tich Ennis

1st February, 2018

To Belle Gibson, Australia, fantasy cancer con artist