Monthly Archives: September 2016


Smoking is an awful curse, much worse than heroin, much worse.

It kills far more, it is addiction, you can cure yourself, my prediction.

Read Allen Carr, he saved a million lives, less tears from men and children and wives.

Its easy to give up, do it instantly, don’t be a sucker like me.

I will read the Allen Carr book twice, I am slow to take advice.

Nicotine addiction goes very soon, the mental brainwashing in an afternoon.

Read and sing his tune.

The world is brainwashed, thinking poison good.

I would cure it if I could.

Touch wood.

Tich Ennis

28th September, 2016

The Best I Can Do

For you.

Me too.

And no one notices at all.

Graffiti on the wall.

As good as Banksy, I don’t know.

It only goes to show.

Have I a clue?

Sherlock Holmes had one or two.

The dog that didn’t bark in the dark.

I made a park.

They turned it into a parking lot as some American singer said.

Neither she nor I are dead.

That’s what she said.

Paradise is nice.

Or was and is.

Drink lemonade I made.

Enjoy the fizz.

The verb to be is me.


Tich Ennis

30th September, 2016

Lone Voice

A lone voice cries, be wise.

No one hears, we don’t want to know.

So on we go.

There’s none so blind as those who don’t want to see was said to me.

What everyone know is wrong is my song.

Why can’t we get along?

When and where did we go wrong?

Its been said, self-first is worst.

What can you do? Be true.

Is there an answer to cancer?

True care and doing what should be done.

So yes.

Don’t mess.

You are my choice.

Lone voice.

Tich Ennis

30th September, 2016


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