Tag Archives: History

Lost Poem

I had a poem but I let it go.

Into the great unknown where dead poems go.

Stillborn, not born at all, never ever to be.

Oh well, at least it was not me.

Next time, next time what will I do?

Write it down come rain or shine for you and me too.

That poem was to be called Curse, perhaps its better that it should never be.

But I don’t know, it could be worse, unwritten history.

Tich Ennis

20th July, 2018

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Dream – Immortal Word

I’m always getting ready never doing.

Or so it seems.

I achieve in my dreams.

When all the pieces fall into place will I be in a state of grace?

I was not dealt the perfect hand I am no rock‘n’roll band.

Whoever heard of a band of one is there such a thing under the Sun?

Throw a pack of cards in the air or a jigsaw puzzle.

Beware of a dog without a muzzle.

Toast always falls face down, so said some clown.

If I do nothing will anything happen, anything at all?

When I talk to myself I’m talking to the wall.

I don’t want to be rude but should I get up off my arse, my bum?

Hand me the key to kingdom come.

I speak in the vulgar tongue.

I am a common man, as common as muck.

I bet you thought I was going to say fuck.

Tich Ennis

27th November, 2017

Computer

A computer means exactly what it says, they’d drive you crazy.

Or am I lazy?

Why are they so complicated?

I awaited enlightenment, I waited and waited.

Sooner or later it came along, I was doing things wrong.

Ask exactly the right question, that is my suggestion.

You too must mean what you say.

Have a nice day.

Hello world, I’ve seen the world, I didn’t like it.

Will I catch a bus or bike it?

Tich Ennis

3rd October, 2017

Remember

We knew everything before and discover it anew.

Some ancient philosopher said that, I don’t know who.

Alright, he said it is as if that is the case.

I don’t want egg on my face.

In a flash of illumination and recognition we know, at last.

As if we knew it in the past.

What can this mean, is all time one?

There’s nothing new under the Sun.

Is my life nearly run?

Not quite I hope when I have not begun.

Tich Ennis

29th August, 2017

Once

Once upon a time there was a man who had a wife of the opposite sex.

Perhaps he was old fashioned, he plundered gold off wrecks.

He never prayed a ship would go down but he said if they have bad luck let it be near here.

Along the rocky foreshore he walked and shed a tear.

Saying to himself, perhaps next year.

Its an ill wind that blows nobody good he said he was full of old sayings, he said a carpenter should cut wood.

Perhaps in the fullness of time this story will be understood.

I would if I could.

How much wood could a woodchuck chuck, no that’s been said before.

I’ll stop before I bore.

Do you want more?

Tich Ennis

28th August, 2017

Seventy-Six

I’ve heard so much rubbish in my life I might as well go deaf.

I don’t know if I’m right or left.

I see good and bad in everything, for every Winter there is a Spring.

It’s how you use it, not what you do.

Or how you do it, that is true.

Should I put my head in the sand like an ostrich and say everything is grand?

I have not shut my eyes and ears, you reduce me to tears.

Don’t realise my worst fears.

I am a man of seventy-six years.

Tich Ennis

23rd August, 2017