Tag Archives: Reality

Happiness

Nobody expects it, will it happen?

Happiness.

The world is a mess.

There are words, joy and infinity.

They mean a lot to me.

In fact, the lot.

They’re all I’ve got.

I have not got a lot.

When will they come, if ever?

I am hoping, not never.

Or hardly ever.

Music is a sign.

Do not waste time.

Enjoy what is here to enjoy.

Play with your toy.

This poem is simple.

A baby’s dimple.

Tich Ennis

13th October, 2016

 

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My Mistake

I did not know your heart would break.

It was there for me to take.

Mine? Its more or less fine.

Sorry I ignored you.

I didn’t know what to do.

I had a case of romantic ‘flu.

I thought of you.

And still do.

I am not quite dead.

Would I do instead?

I am hard to put up with.

Would you like me to shut up with?

There are more than one or two of you but what’s a guy to do?

Tich Ennis

13th October, 2016

 

Inky Spider

I dipped a spider in ink and put it on a page.

What words did it write, was it a sage?

It said my legs are inky, that’s not how to write, you dope.

If you think that’s all there is to it then there is no hope.

Random rubbish is just that.

You’d be better off feeding the cat.

I said, oh well, alright, if that’s what you say.

I’ll have another think, good day.

The spider got up on his legs and spoke.

He said a joke is not funny when it’s not a joke.

I am a spider, let me go.

Rubbish is rubbish, I told you so.

Tich Ennis

11th October, 2016

Loveliness

I saw utter loveliness in a face, but did she have grace?

Her face betrayed some strain, some pain.

I’ve seen that look before, I don’t want more.

I remember well a girl of surpassing loveliness.

Breathtaking in her beauty, she was no mess.

I held her close, she held me tight.

I could have danced all night.

Why are we uptight?

Tich Ennis

7th October, 2016

Awake

The sleeping monster wakes.

From his somnolent sleep.

The Leviathan awakes.

With promises to keep.

He has endured vicissitudes.

That word, look it up.

At last his time is here to put up or shut up.

He can talk the talk.

Can he walk the walk?

He is a wordy man.

A man without a plan.

Is he worthy?

Is he earthy?

A question deserves an answer.

From a chancer.

Rock and roll dancer.

This emperor has no clothes.

And knows words no one knows.

All I shall reveal.

Its all about feel.

Keep listening, looking, trying.

An end to crying.

And dying.

Tich Ennis

29th September, 2016

 

Eddie The Eagle

I would win a poetry competition if no one else entered.

Myself I mentored.

I am a slow learner, slow burner.

Are you? Me too.

Is this the greatest poem ever written if no one else ever wrote one ever?

In that case yes, never say never.

This will last forever.

Goodbye Shelley, Byron, Wordsworth, you got there first.

I am the worst.

I lost the human race to my utter disgrace.

I died.

At least I tried.

No medal, no ribbon, no glory.

End of story.

Tich Ennis

28th September, 2016

Old Gold

Why do people only want the new, what’s wrong with the old?

Old can be as good as gold.

Your parents are older than you.

Where would you be without them, is that true?

The new is made from the old, after all.

You will be old if you don’t fall.

Old stuff can be good stuff, good stuff lasts.

We all have pasts.

Old ways and sayings are often good and wise.

Time tested truth is not a pack of lies.

Open your eyes.

Tich Ennis

27th September, 2016

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