Tag Archives: Art

Memory

When tears come unbidden and grief can’t be hidden.

Life goes on, take refuge in a song.

A period of contemplation.  Never again.  Consternation.

It is, it was, it will not be.

Life’s history.

Sadness for what is gone.

Life goes on.

Still, memory is there.

And always will be for those who care.

Memory is in the air.

Tich Ennis

28th July, 2018

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I wrote a poem, it was no good, I did not put it up.

Someone might say shut up.

I mean up on my blog for falling off a log.

I sometimes include things people say like nothing would surprise you today.

I have not gone away.

I’m here to stay.

Its always a fight to get things right.

Goodnight.

Tich Ennis

23rd July, 2018

Rhyme

A poem to last for all time, is it a poem or a rhyme?

A rhyme is down to earth and dum-de-dum, a poem transcends and then some.

When the two of them combine I may turn water into wine.

Perhaps I’ll walk on water first then drink the wine to slake my thirst.

The blind may see, the deaf may hear, the dumb shall speak sometime, some year.

In the meantime here I am, a poet, one who gives a damn.

Tich Ennis

10th 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

Autobiography

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

Get It Straight

If you have to be told something is good it isn’t, get that straight.

If it suits you it suits you, maybe your dinner on a plate.

Who are they to tell you good or bad, it’s a matter of opinion, theirs or your own.

Yours is as good as theirs, say leave me alone.

One man’s junk is another man’s treasure, that’s true.

I like rock ‘n’ roll, do you?

Mozart is good in older age I find.

Make up your mind.

Tich Ennis

1st July, 2018

Plan

Has God a plan for me?

If he has it is yet to be.

I sing God’s fame but do not use his name.

The name unspoken.

Heartbroken.

Shall my and his hour come round at last?

I am a blast from the past.

A golden oldie, rather mouldy.

I must put myself aside, God died.

Have I failed or never tried?

Has God committed suicide?

Then I’m on my own.

Alone.

Man who never was speak through me.

Eternity.

Infinity is no small thing.

Let your voice ring.

My voice is small.

Why speak at all?

I know I must.

Before I return to dust.

I am made of mud and stars and so are you.

Who seeks the true?

I do.

For you.

Before we kill the Earth and God and all.

I love life that’s why I speak at all.

One voice however small.

Hear the call.

You are not alone after all.

I end my rhyme.

See you next time.

I often end with a joke.

Sorry I spoke.

I mean my word.

Let the dead man’s voice be heard.

Tich Ennis

30th June, 2018