Late Starter

Words from God are evanescent as the breeze.

That blows through the trees.

Tiger Woods played golf at the age of 8.

He couldn’t wait.

Mozart composed a symphony at the age of 5.

Why am I alive?

I could read at the age of 3.

A girl read younger, so I see.

Old age has caught up with me at last.

Is my life a thing of the past?

I have not breathed my last gasp.

Cleopatra killed herself with an asp.

I’m built to last.

What’s past is passed.

A young guy asked why he didn’t wear a jumper with sleeves on a cold day said people couldn’t see my tattoos.

Your life is what you choose.

This poem appears to be nothing to do with me.

Wait and see.

Tich Ennis

Saturday, 11^th July, 2020

Words 3

Words are for the literal minded, paint for the view.

Dance and music also speak to you.

Words are my thing, that’s how I sing.

I’m no Beethoven or Mozart, so what?

I’m what you got.

At least for now.

I matter anyhow.

Yes, and you and all things too.

That’s what I say.

Anyway.

I do.

Because its true.

Tich Ennis

22^nd February, 2020

Genius And Professors

Genius is of the spirit not the brain.

Professors give me a pain.

Insane.

Since when was everything thought out, everything you love?

Heaven’s above.

Tich Ennis

Friday, 21^st February, 2020

Babies

When people have lots of money they have no children and when they have none they do.

I will now explain that to you.

Unless I have other things to do.

A baby in the cradle or a car in the garage?

Does that make you think hard?

Your child could be a Hitler or a Mozart or a useless layabout.

Have one and find out.

Babies are being phased out, that’s my impression.

This may cause statisticians to have depression.

Teachers will have no one to teach.

Who will lie on a beach?

The human species made a mess of things.

What, no wedding rings?

If this happened earlier even I would not be here.

Who would drink beer?

I was a baby once, I went from there to here.

Are we about to disappear?

Leave the Earth to elephants and kangaroos.

Give them the right to choose.

Who will read my poems if everyone is dead?

I’ll do something else instead.

Tich Ennis

Sunday, 19^th January, 2020

Outsider

Is the eternal outsider a Jew?

I am not, are you?

Distance lends objectivity, or is it difference or what?

Insiders talk rot.

Tich Ennis

Monday, 6^th January, 2020

Suicide

The only reason I don’t commit suicide is because I don’t like doing things.

Can you say the same for kings?

A friend of mine said there is a reason for everything, I said except human behaviour.

What price our saviour?

Whoever he or she might be, its all the one to me.

If I paid you enough would you do good stuff?

Or at gunpoint, I might play rough.

As for me I act voluntarily.

Or don’t as the case may be.

My life is an unfinished symphony.

Wait till you hear it when I start.

Mozart, you break my heart.

Tich Ennis

26^th April, 2019

What To Do

I don’t know what to do.

Do you?

Back comes the answer, be true.

When? Always. Listen to Patsy Cline.

That song is good, I will listen another time.

Written by who?

A Jew.

They wrote some great stuff, did they write enough?

Some, yes, in the classical vein.

I won’t say classical music gives me a pain.

I know its great, is life long enough?

Sometimes I listen to Mozart and other stuff.

I will never read all the great books, I know there there.

I still care.

I have read some and they are great, I agree.

I read what agrees with me.

I don’t know about this poem, is there more to be said?

I’ll say it before I’m dead.

Tich Ennis

23^rd April, 2019

Dice

God rolled the dice.

May this child not have headlice.

He could be another Mozart, Hitler or Pol Pot.

Random choice is all I’ve got.

God made the Earth, man made the world, all borders, war and misery.

If this child is Hellborn I’ll have a cup of tea.

If he turns out smug, self satisfied, a dope I won’t give up hope.

Throw me a rope.

Tich Ennis

27^th February, 2019

Generations

Generations passing by, I wonder why.

Children have charm, may they come to no harm.

Then they grow up into hags and old lags.

Give humanity a chance.

Mozart composed at five, to make people dance.

Striptease is an art form in France.

Some people have double decker prams.

Traffic jams.

Tich Ennis

5^th November, 2018

Humour

I am sorry to shock you with my sense of humour.

That I am always serious is a rumour.

Rumours are often, as in this case, false.

I prefer rock’n’roll to the waltz.

Yes, I love Mozart in the background.

I enjoy the sound.

I realise Americans have different spelling.

In the next war please stop shelling.

Tich Ennis

3^rd Novermber, 2018