Category Archives: Universal

My Rubbish

I’m dumping my rubbish on your doorstep and hope you find something interesting there.

The detritus of a life made of moon and stars and many, many bars.

Something to rhyme, care.

Sweep up after me pick up the orange peels and potato skins.

Once upon a time love begins.

No gold here just beer mats and memories of kisses, girls and all the rest.

Love is best.

A life spent looking and searching, did I find?

Only what you find here I have my secrets never, never mind.

Is it true if I was behind the bar no one would buy a drink?

Let me think.

Here is the kitchen sink.

Tich Ennis

21st February, 2018

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Normal People

Normal people like my stuff, so I heard, that’s enough.

Young and old alike, the rest get on your bike.

I sing what I like.

The best of the old is great, it was new once, age is your fate.

Why hesitate?

I won’t say more, I could say less.

My parting words, God bless.

It cheers me up to ring a friend, try it, this is not the end.

Make do and mend.

Eternal friend.

Tich Ennis

7th February, 2018

Nothing To Do

I write because I have nothing to do.

The sky is black, not blue.

Its night time, nothing good on the radio.

So I write, goodnight.

Will I ever get things sorted out, find out what its all about?

Trying to make sense of it all, that’s what I do and am doing.

A cause worth pursuing.

I’d rather write in hope and be considered a dope, I have plenty of scope.

I hang about not on a rope.

So I write these words instead of being dead.

The purpose of life is to find the purpose of life amid the strife.

That’s life.

Tich Ennis

5th February, 2018

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

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

 

Broken Promises

They could be dead or sick or victim of a confidence trick.

Maybe someone unreliable told them a lie.

That could be the reason why.

However, does it really matter, obese people getting fatter?

That is as maybe, the truth means a lot to me.

I suppose I’ll struggle through putting up with you.

Do I let people down?

Does a king wear a crown?

Don’t make promises you can’t keep.

There are many monsters in the deep.

I suppose I’ll go home without seeing her, mind you she did not promise she would be here.

Maybe I’ll see her next year.

Wasting time is my crime.

I speak in rhyme.

Tich Ennis

26th August, 2017

The Singing Stone

A stone sang to me and said set me free.

Must I just be?

Is it your will that I be a stone?

Leave me alone.

I want your throne.

Skim me across a lake for Heaven’s sake.

Or throw me and cause ripples where I land.

Doing nothing I can’t stand.

All the same I suppose I’m meant to be what you see.

Just me.

Tich Ennis

11th August, 2017