Tag Archives: Life

The Abyss

I dwell in the abyss, is it of my own making?

Love is there for taking.

It has been said love is giving.

Am I living?

I must give and give and give.

Then, only then, I live.

Life is real, life is hard, its not so bad when you try.

Try before you die.

Or live a lie.

I talk to me, I talk to you.

To be is to do.

That’s telling you.

Me too.

Tich Ennis

15th September, 2018

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Delay

I delay over a cup of coffee or a pint or a kiss.

I’m in no hurry when I’m experiencing bliss.

Delay seems to be a habit of mine.

Slowly I drink wine.

I admit I prevaricate and procrastinate.

In other words delay, if you want something from me, wait.

I admit I disappoint myself, I am not proud.

Will I do anything before I wear a shroud?

Tich Ennis

12th September, 2018

The Cure

To cure the madness of the world is why art is here.

Some go mad, some say God is here.

In a pint of beer.

Look and listen, open your eyes and ears.

What do you see around you, is life full of fears?

A work of art can play its part, with dedication it is made.

Bring art into the light, out of the shade.

Art is seeing, being, doing.

To a lover it is wooing.

What is life without those things?

In my heart music sings.

See what is, see what’s real.

Above all, feel.

This artist delivers to you this pill.

Should I speak from a hill?

A perfect world had we the will.

So why say art is mad?

The world is, the world is sad.

Art exists to make you glad.

Drink in, drink up and take the cure.

A perfect world for rich and poor.

Tich Ennis

10th September, 2018

Smoking Hell

Smoking is burning your money in Hell.

You could die of cancer as well.

You might lose a leg, or even two.

Is smoking the right thing to do?

I’ll give up after you.

It makes no sense in shillings and pence.

If you want to die young, go ahead.

Are you dying for a cigarette?

Try life instead.

Tich Ennis

8th September, 2018

Better

I have met many people better than me, if you knew me you would agree.

I walk in your shadow, I walk in your light.

I see better in day than in night.

Who is the perfect poet, or was or will be?

Almost definitely not me.

I strive for perfection, perhaps not hard enough.

I moan and wail that life is tough.

I mean mine and yours, the world, the Earth.

Can I find perfection in the land of my birth?

Perfection is something perhaps you have to be.

Who, me?

Tich Ennis

6th September, 2018

Money Worries

Oh money how will I live without you now that you have gone?

I am a vanquished soldier yet I soldier on.

Who will buy my coffee, who will buy cigarettes?

If I backed horses I could say who will place my bets?

The lord will provide, lord who, Screaming Lord Sutch?

Heaven knows I do not ask for much.

Today a man gave me a fiver, unexpectedly.

When oh when will everything be free?

Tich Ennis

5th September, 2018

Young People

Young people tend to say no one does something when they mean themselves, that’s true.

Do you?

I was unaware anyone knew everyone, I have not met that man.

Or woman to be precise, or orangutan.

Statistically speaking the population of the Earth is big.

They are not the same, some don’t eat pig.

When you say no one nobody you must mean you.

Other people exist too.

Stop saying no one does something when you don’t know or don’t mean what you say.

I don’t listen to rubbish, I go away.

I checked up, you’re wrong.

Sorry to confuse you with the facts, so long.

Tich Ennis

1st September, 2018