Tag Archives: Learning

Old Secret

If I tell you a secret it won’t be a secret anymore.

I broke something on the floor.

I tell you although it happened years ago now.

You won’t read this anyhow.

Tich Ennis

17th March, 2018



Why should I inflict my psyche on you?

Art is therapy for the artist, that’s true.

Understanding me, you too.

Snow is white, the sky is blue.

Diagnose me, I’ll diagnose you.

Tich Ennis

5th March, 2018

Modern Star

Instagram and twitter, do you know what these things are?

Modern person, part of a star.

If you want to say things go where people are.

Tich Ennis

5th March, 2018


The Poor

Its better to look after the poor or they might cut your head off.

Or tell you to eff off.

That will teach you to show off.

Tich Ennis

3rd March, 2018



Why not stop the infection at source?

That would make sense of course.

Should we all be armed against each other?

Who, your sister, father, mother, brother?

There are mad men out there so they say.

Shoot them and they go away.

Why are they mad, do you ever ask?

That is your task.

Do not cure the symptom, cure the disease.

Ask any doctor please.

Tich Ennis

25th February, 2018



To examine one’s own life and the life all about.

To find them wanting, how do I fit in, how do I get out?

To understand everything and find the cure.

How to do it I’m not sure.

The road to perdition is a war of attrition.

People fall like flies, a part of me dies.

The world belongs to the wise.

Must I wear disguise?

Do I pass with honours my exam or just say damn?

Having examined through a microscope I believe in hope.

Yours faithfully, a dope.

Tich Ennis

24th February, 2018


The Road

There is a road where our house used to be a man said to me.

My old family home has now thirteen houses on the site, alright.

The only constant is change said some Indian man.

Is this God’s plan?

If things remained the same life would be very tame.

More of the same.

Each day is different, you have good days and bad.

Don’t let the weather drive you mad.

Its not that bad.

I lived in a house with a lovely view, now I’m happy where I am.

God don’t say damn.

What a fool I am.

Someone said I should write a song.

Where do I belong?

This is my song.

Don’t let me go wrong.

How long, oh Lord, how long?

How long is the road home?

Home is where you are.

So said my guiding star.

I am, I am, you are.

Friends disappear and new ones come along.

A neverending song.

I sing my song.

Move with the times or die.

I tell no lie.

Tich Ennis

14th February, 2018