Tag Archives: Sun

Dead And Gone

But they live on.

I don’t know why we have to die.

In a way we never do.

I hope me too. And you.

Tich Ennis

5th April, 2018

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Unusual

To say the usual unusually, is that what is given to me?

More or less, you see.

I don’t use strange words, avoiding the absurd.

A thought occurred.

I write, I put it down.

Maybe a feather floating, a crowd in town.

I sing of the ordinary, but not only.

I am not lonely.

Death of a friend, life’s end.

Happy, sad, funny.

Life is worth the money.

All things are one.

Rise, oh setting sun.

Tich Ennis

11th March, 2018

Prestige Project

This is my prestige project, I am what you see.

Are you another me?

To see means understand, I’ll let that pass.

I am trees, green grass.

It fails to pass my understanding why prestige projects exist.

I kissed a girl who never kissed.

You are on my list.

A monument to your own glory, hang the expense.

Does it make sense?

Your achievements speak for themselves, such as they are.

Who made a shooting star?

You are what you are.

I am ordinary, you are extraordinary.

Far be it from me to gild the lily.

This poem might become silly.

I am the Sun, the stars, the Earth, the flowers.

Holy hours.

I warned you this might happen, now you see.

Elvis sang now and then there’s a fool such as me.

And Hound Dog, Don’t Be Cruel, All Shook Up.

I love a simple flower, e.g. buttercup.

Now like a flower I shut up.

Tich Ennis

6th December, 2017

Usually

There’s usually more to things than meets the eye.

You may find that out before you die.

If not then.

Or when?

Remember the four year old boy drowned on a beach in Greece?

In designer clothes, poor, give my head peace.

The news is in the business of sensation, disneyfied, to shock the nation.

It happens here in Ireland too, don’t rush to judgement, would you like someone to do that to you?

A dead drug addict on the street outside the Dail, is that the whole story, not at all.

More or less believe nothing that you hear or see, its not that simple, read history.

The news is not news but views.

That sells papers, shock, outrage.

Turn the page.

Calm down, its not that bad.

The world is mad.

As presented to you, on radio and TV too.

The internet is the latest place for lies.

Does it fool the wise?

I said usually not inevitably always, trust your judgement, not some journalist.

In some cases speed is required, don’t ask me everything, I’m tired.

Like crossing the street or when your house goes on fire.

Once more I say may your judgement be good.

Don’t mistake trees for the wood.

Tich Ennis

5th December, 2017

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

Madness

If I go mad you win.

When do I begin?

I would like to drive you sane.

I feel no pain.

I reached my pain threshold when still not old.

You do your worst, I slake my thirst.

Water I can just about afford, its free here, thank the Lord.

I could drink rainwater and eat weeds.

They might fulfil my needs.

Like the rain, I’m free.

That’s me.

Showers bring flowers, must I point that out?

I whisper, watch out when I shout.

Tich Ennis

24th November, 2017

It

It all came out of nothing or almost nothing or so they say and made what we see today.

It they are right it will eventually implode after all they said it did explode.

Fragments returning to their preternatural state, is that our fate?

Well yes and no don’t say I told you so.

Once upon a time a long time ago all continents were one.

What, even the Sun?

Here I refer to the magical number one.

It’s a small step from infinity, goodbye, I’ve got to run.

Tich Ennis

16th November, 2017