Category Archives: Universal

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

 

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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

God Again

God is dejected and rejected.

God is the way things are, the way we are.

He sure as Hell is not our guiding star.

I may not put this on my blog.

If you mention the word God they think you mean a backward dog.

Tich Ennis

21st July, 2017

Shakespeare

The written word remains said Shakespeare for his pains.

I am no Shakespeare, I know.

I come, I go.

The truth comes dropping slow.

That’s all I know.

Tich Ennis

14th July, 2017

My Book

I have each and every part, assembling them will break my heart.

Where do I start?

How do I join files together?

Free me from stormy weather.

What on Earth are page breaks?

My heart aches.

Have I got what it takes?

Everyman his own Gutenberg, for every boat, an iceberg.

I must give it to the printer as he requires before either or both of us expires.

Or retires.

Each genius perspires.

They wish to light fires.

So I ordered a book about Word, another book for my shelf.

Physician, heal thyself.

Tich Ennis

12th July, 2017

Truth Again

I ignored you for so long, you are the only thing.

I know above all else you are the only king.

I know, I know you’re always there, you gave me hints and tips.

You lived on in memory, I kissed girls lips.

Now I know I’m old, I may live in memory.

I know you too live on, as Ian Dury sang, a cup of tea.

My best friends I know, some took refuge in drink.

Because, because you are ignored, oh may we ever think.

We stand at the brink.

Tich Ennis

10th July, 2017