Category Archives: Unreality

Sentient Matter

We have been described as sentient matter, some aren’t very sentient.

Think hard, you’ll know what I meant.

In the South Seas there is a limpet which when born swims around until it finds a rock it can lock onto for life.

Him and his wife.

Then it eats its brain because it doesn’t need it anymore.

Is that you when you left school or before?

Brains or their use are in short supply.

Maybe I’ll use mine before I die.

I laugh that I may not cry.

And sometimes sigh.

This poem is expressive of a mood.

At least it is not rude.

Is this too intellectual for you?

It will have to do.

Tich Ennis

19th November, 2018


Explaining relativity to Einstein I stumbled and broke my toe.

He said the law of gravity is old hat, you should know.

I said about quantum mechanics you were wrong.

He said no one knows everything, this conversation is terminated, so long.

Tich Ennis

27th July, 2018

So Little

So many people know so little and they seem to know it all.

When you ask them they know nothing at all.

Then why do they act like they know everything when they don’t know a thing?

A peasant pretending to be a king.

Oh I don’t know anything about that they proudly say.

They would if they bothered to find out, is ignorance here to stay?

Ask the right person the right question, that’s my suggestion.

Return to source of course.

Persist to the very end my friend.

Tich Ennis

25th July, 2018

Great Truths

You think you’re talking about others but you’re talking about yourself and your perception of the universe.

It could be worse.

Is the self a curse?

If I ask you will you tell me what to do?

Or only speak about you?

I for one believe in the Sun oh yes and the Moon.

Will enlightenment come soon?

Well yes, the Sun will rise another day.

That is all I have to say.

On this fantastic day.

Tich Ennis

7th July, 2018


If I write my life story will it be biased, self serving and subjective?

I ask you the same, can you be objective?

About yourself of course, or would you want to be?

Are you self obsessed, like me?

If so, why would anyone want to know?

Am I a show off ever showing?

Am I a person worth knowing?

Is your opinion of yourself widely shared, I might ask myself the same if I cared.

Is your self esteem high or low?

I sincerely want to know.

About myself I don’t give a damn.

I think therefore I am.

That’s second hand, so what?

That’s your lot.

Tich Ennis

4th July, 2018

God Says Do

So I write to you.

But what good do words do?

Between me and you.

Some find comfort in a song.

Where do I belong?

How can I be so wrong?

I love words when they are good.

Perhaps a joke, touch wood.

Are my words made of mud?

After the flood.

Its better to be doing something than nothing, so they say.

Passing time away.

What have I to say?

Not much today.

God, what should I do?

Talk to you.

So I do.

I’m trying to find out what its all about.

When I find out I’ll let you know.

So on I go.

I’ll give you a clue.

Its up to you.

Me too.

Tich Ennis

21st June, 2018