Category Archives: Chance

Heartfelt Plea

This is my heartfelt plea.

What do you want from me?

Good humour, jokes, pigs in pokes.

I offer all these, may I mention fleas?

Big fleas have little fleas on their backs to bite ‘em, and so on, ad infinitum.

Now that I’ve got that out of the way what else have I to say?

I dislike horror camps and torture chambers, some are born to lie in mangers.

I like meeting strangers.

A stranger may become a friend, some drive you round the bend.

Does my serious side make you consider suicide?

Its not all doom and gloom, its fairly cold in this room.

What price fun and laughter, may I say happy ever after?

Okay, a cliché, if only I knew what to do.

To please you.

More of the same from whence I came.

Its early days yet, I want a winning bet.

I’ll get there yet.

You bet.

I am a rambling rover.

This poem’s over.

Tich Ennis

1st November, 2018

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Virgin

A virgin poem, never read.

This poem is alone in bed.

Alone, unhonoured and unsung.

This bell has never rung.

Now she makes her debut.

Cinderella, where’s your shoe?

Do you know one and one makes two?

Maybe meet a mathematician or conjuror or children’s party magician.

Get out and about.

Dance, romance.

Being wise is sometimes silly.

Be happy with your Hillbilly.

Tich Ennis

25th October, 2018

Later

If I don’t spend it I can spend it later.

This café doesn’t have a waiter.

It does have staff of the female sex.

If I say too much about that I might get it in the necks.

Will I or will I not buy cigarettes?

I know no sure thing bets.

If I don’t I’ll have to go out later.

Would you give me a tip if I was your waiter?

I don’t know, I can’t make up my mind.

I’ll have another coffee, enjoy the heat, search and find.

I write on the back of a sheet of paper.

Is my life only vapour?

Tich Ennis

22nd October, 2018

October

Its too hot in the Sun and too cool in the shade.

Is this the best October day God made?

Far be it from me to mock your beliefs if you have any.

Beliefs are two a penny.

Will I vote blasphemy should not be a crime?

Is that a waste of time?

I do not favour insults and put downs.

In the circus watch the clowns.

I met Joe and my brother today and saw no snow.

Pending the penultimate, here I go.

Am I a poet or a holy show?

I don’t know.

Tich Ennis

15th October, 2018

Memory

When tears come unbidden and grief can’t be hidden.

Life goes on, take refuge in a song.

A period of contemplation.  Never again.  Consternation.

It is, it was, it will not be.

Life’s history.

Sadness for what is gone.

Life goes on.

Still, memory is there.

And always will be for those who care.

Memory is in the air.

Tich Ennis

28th July, 2018

Searching

Searching for you is like searching for the holy grail.

I went to the café with no avail.

I met a man with a stutter, some might call him a nutter.

He remembered my birthday, he has a good memory you see.

Unlike me.

Anyway I’ll come another day.

Please don’t stay away.

I appeal to fortune, I appeal to fate.

All I have to do is wait.

You are a poem, a poem come to life.

My imaginary wife.

Have I gone too far?

As far as a star.

Tich Ennis

22nd July, 2018

Meeting

We hardly ever meet, you and I.

I sometimes laugh, I rarely cry.

I look forward to meeting you but sometimes that is not to be.

Do you ever think of me?

I go out, I wonder will you be there.

Sometimes you are, I breathe fresh air.

Other times no, I meet some other so and so.

And someone I do not know.

That friend of mine, he knows of whom I speak.

Maybe we will meet next week.

Its getting close to closing time, the café will close down soon.

See you some other afternoon.

Tich Ennis

18th July, 2018