Tag Archives: Earth

Explosion

God exploded and broke apart, we broke his heart.

God is past, present and future all in one and, oh yes, the Sun.

We carry a little piece of him in our heart and his mortal enemy, the Devil is also there.

Be careful which you choose, above all, care.

Someday in the future God will join together again when there is peace among men.

I am a heretic, burned at the stake, my question is, how long will it take?

When end heartbreak?

What difference can a poet make?

Walter Scott wrote The Lady of the Lake.

Be not fake.

This is my Sunday poem.

By their works ye know ‘em.

Tich Ennis

25th June, 2017

You

You never tell me whether you like my stuff, okay, what am I looking for, praise?

The end of days.

Lost in a maze.

See through the haze.

Is that the white flag of peace I see through the smoke or a bloodstained bandage, give my heart ease.

The turmoil and the tumult batter on.

When peace comes war is gone.

So I die and no one knows.

Do you prefer poetry or prose?

God knows.

Tich Ennis

23rd June, 2017

Cosmic

Far be it from me to mention Mars.

Even further away are stars.

They don’t all have names or if they have them I don’t know.

I have not been introduced here below.

I know one is called North, possibly South, the morning star is somewhere about.

Its strange to think they are always there but can’t be seen in daylight, so there.

We are neighbours in the milky way, I know that for a fact, our galaxy, okay?

I could go on for a light year and a day.

I appear not to have mentioned the Sun.

I have not time to name every one.

I notice I mentioned I a lot.

Am I big in the Cosmos?

Not a jot.

That’s your lot.

Tich Ennis

19th June, 2017

 

Spinner

I spin a web of golden threads from the story of my life, of this world, my world, your world, the Moon above, the universe.

I wish to free all that and those from war and want and misery, to free all of us above all else from a fatal curse.

A golden ladder to Heaven’s gate I wish to build, I wish to make, a bridge that all may cross who live under the Sun.

I dream this dream asleep, awake, I dream with every breath I take that all may be one.

Well, not quite, but more or less.

I’m only human, goodnight, God bless.

Tich Ennis

16th June, 2017

Fix The World

Right said Fred.

I’ll do it when I’m dead.

Its too late then said the undertaker.

Who will pay my cabinet maker?

I’ll try to fit you in on Monday after Coronation Street said Fred, speaking again.

Alright said the undertaker, that’s alright then.

Are you a man of your word?

You wouldn’t believe the rubbish I have heard.

I don’t believe it myself said Fred to me.

Any chance of a cup of tea?

I’ll put the kettle on said she.

Wait and see.

You took the words out of my mouth said he.

I will be back. Probably.

No mention of infinity.

That means so much to me.

After all I’m no Einstein or only relatively.

You workmen are all the same!

Promises are your game.

Still, I’m glad you came.

I’ll expect you when I see you.

Until then, do you take sugar? One or two?

Oh, thank you.

Tich Ennis

13th June, 2017

Fear

I am afraid of learning new things.

Okay, I’m over forty, older than some kings.

A friend said when you get to forty you don’t want to learn anything new.

Has that happened to you?

Einstein made his great discovery before the age of twenty-five.

For the rest of his life he did more or less nothing except say he is alive.

And so also with some other famous men.

When my uncle and aunt were middle aged he said they are two setting suns.

Children are more or less learning machines then they forget everything they ever knew.

I am an old child not knowing what to do.

That friend of mine is eighty-two.

What’s more he still cuts his grass.

I do not, alas.

If you don’t move with the times you’re dead.

I said.

A nephew of mine said when you stop learning its over.

His dog is not called Rover.

Einstein, relatively speaking, was right.

Though not absolutely, I could go on all night.

Scientists keep disproving the last one’s work.

What about me? I shirk.

Its too much like work.

Why doesn’t a man on a white horse come riding by and solve my problems in the wink of an eye?

I suppose I’ll have to do it before I die.

I should mention Goya said he was still learning at the age of ninety-five.

Though not that age I am still alive.

All my faculties are alive and kicking.

When will I stop tricking?

I was not put on Earth to disappoint.

Come priest, anoint.

When I die will I make a wonderful corpse?

People may say, he died waiting for a horse.

Come, pale rider, is the pale rider me?

As Shakespeare said, to be or not to be.

Instead of doing things I write poetry.

That’s me.

I have an awful lot to say.

Some other time, I’ll be on my way.

My mother said if you won’t go to school you’ll have to get a job.

Big nob?

She also asked do I take anything seriously.

Not me.

A cup of tea.

Seriousness is morbidity, morbidity is death.

I’m not there yet.

I lament Tibet.

How about girls with slashes in their jeans at the knees?

Designer poverty, puhleese.

In times like these.

I am God’s misbegotten son.

Not the only one.

Have fun.

Should I say more about why I am so slow?

A snail gets there, you know.

Shell rhymes with Hell.

Self inflicted wounds are hardest to cure.

Endure.

Roses grow in manure.

Do I mean a word I say?

Oh everything.

Meaning is king.

I mean to say I go.

Words no one wants to hear, I told you so.

Tich Ennis

10th June, 2017

 

Famous

I speak for healing and for feeling, I am not the point.

To quote another person, the times are out of joint.

Seeking personal fame is not my game.

Though sad, I am glad I came.

Do I wish my work was better known?

Yes, although I seek no throne.

Egotism and self interest are a curse.

Things go from bad to worse.

If someone else said what I say would I go away?

Would I say nothing except that is good?

I hope I would

May I be so self-effacing as to be almost not there?

And care.

I cannot pretend I do not enjoy enjoyment, music, humour, fun.

Has the show begun?

I wish to join in, let the show begin.

I am no hermit though largely unknown.

Except to a self-selected few and sometimes on the phone.

I would like my words to ring around the Earth.

Spreading joy and mirth.

For all I’m worth.

Which is approximately nothing more or less.

Anyway, God bless.

I want nothing to be famous except the truth and what is true.

For me and you.

I am a crazy mixed up old man.

May I fulfil God’s plan.

This may mean nothing to you.

Once I had no clue.

I live in hope.

Call me a dope.

The never ending poem finally ends.

To use an old word, may I make amends.

I reserve the right to make a joke but that’s just me.

God gave me my personality.

I have given up pretending.

Love is never ending.

Tich Ennis

9th June, 2017