Tag Archives: Earth

The Implacable Foe

The implacable foe is us, I don’t know.

Should I stop eating beef?

Don’t give me grief.

I don’t do fracking, there’s no oil in my back yard.

I don’t try hard.

Burning fossil fuels, yes I do.

I like central heating, don’t you?

Before 1850 all was organic.

Now we are supposed to panic.

We sleepwalk into oblivion, into Hell.

Some say they care, oh well.

We make our bed, we lie in it.

We may die in it.

Death is inevitable, must it be so soon?

We had people on the Moon.

Tich Ennis

8th February, 2019

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Change

Will this poem change the world for the better?

This letter.

I urgently await an answer.

Can I cure cancer?

Not without trying.

Is living dying?

I wish to wake from a bad dream.

That things are as they seem.

Don’t wake me until then, don’t wake me up.

I shut up.

That appears abrupt.

Must the world be corrupt?

I look forward to a change of course, of course.

Back to source.

Tich Ennis

26th November, 2018

Why Am I?

Apparently since time began people wondered why am I a man?

Or woman, as the case may be, eternal she.

What is it to be, why me?

Is there rhyme or reason, if so let me see.

So far it has not been figured out.

There are conflicting opinions, some shout.

Who am I to say why?

Ask the big eye in the sky.

Let me know if you hear tell.

You might as well.

Tich Ennis

26th November, 2018

Apple

What people said and people did are things you are told as a kid.

Including kid means a young goat, I don’t want to start on the wrong note.

Be sure to button up your coat.

They care for you, they correct you, without them what would you do?

In later life you’re on your own, but never really quite alone.

What they said then and you do now stands to you anyhow.

Ripen apple on the bough.

Tich Ennis

23rd November, 2018

Burst

A poem bursts upon the world, the Earth, for what its worth.

Does it make any difference whatever, to you or me or never?

Still, people say carry on.

Will you miss me when I’m gone?

Who, me, or this poem, don’t you see?

Okay, whatever you say.

Gone tomorrow, here today.

This is all I have to say.

For today.

Does this poem stand up to scrutiny?

Don’t mutiny.

Tich Ennis

31st October, 2018

Special

There’s nothing special about me, don’t get me wrong.

You would be exceptionally wrong if you thought that was my song.

I am the only person on Earth who is not unique.

That’s a joke, you might get it next week.

Sometime I go on too long so I’ll stop here and now.

I had my say anyhow.

Tich Ennis

21st July, 2018