Category Archives: Charm

Commemoration

Am I the greatest thing since scrambled eggs or sliced bread?

Will I be commemorated when I’m dead?

Get your act together, I live in stormy weather.

Should I be awarded the Nobel prize posthumously it will make no difference to me.

I never won a beauty competition, I went fishin’.

The prizes I won in life would fit in a matchbox.

In the Victorian era people gave their lovers locks.

Of their hair, I mean.

I used Brylcream.

I remember Elvis Presley and James Dean.

Tich Ennis

7th October, 2017

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Seriously

Am I taking things too seriously, are things not as bad as they seem?

Should I eat ice cream?

Myself, I’m not a serious guy.

Here is the reason why.

I like fun, laughter, joy.

Since I was a boy.

With a nod or two towards the transcendental.

Just this side of mental.

I prefer a happy place, a smiling face.

This is what I want for all.

Cinderella, have a ball.

Should I leave it at that, say that’s it?

I never quit.

Tich Ennis

5th September, 2017

 

Remember

We knew everything before and discover it anew.

Some ancient philosopher said that, I don’t know who.

Alright, he said it is as if that is the case.

I don’t want egg on my face.

In a flash of illumination and recognition we know, at last.

As if we knew it in the past.

What can this mean, is all time one?

There’s nothing new under the Sun.

Is my life nearly run?

Not quite I hope when I have not begun.

Tich Ennis

29th August, 2017

Rovelli

Everything is an illusion said Carlo Rovelli from a land where they don’t call jam jelly.

If everything is an illusion what is real?

Is it everything you feel?

If matter doesn’t matter what price spirit, what price quality?

Enjoy a cup of tea.

Or two with me.

Wait and see.

Can you believe your eyes?

You’re in for a surprise.

Rovelli is wise.

He joins the pantheon of wise guys.

Tich Ennis

24th August, 2017

Up And Down

Things are looking up and down again, some things aren’t half bad.

Some things are only slightly mad.

Not quite as bad as I thought whoever or from whomever I bought.

Life is quite fraught.

Not quite as bad as I thought.

But still not quite completely all there.

When I trust them I go spare.

So the misleading mislead the misled.

I sometimes think I should have stayed in bed.

Tich Ennis

17th August, 2017

 

Litter

Should I write a poem about the bad things in life, a mugger’s weapon or a surgeon’s knife?

A knife may be used for good or ill, to cure or kill.

Dirt is misplaced matter, eat the wrong food and get fatter.

Uranium makes a bomb or an x-ray, kill or cure children while they play.

I hate the word nice, nice is fake good, I should take my advice.

Superstition is not good, touch wood.

Does a gun serve any useful purpose except as a paper weight?

Skaters skate a figure of eight.

Self defence it was decided in the year four hundred is alright.

Make a preemptive strike, goodnight.

I am not quite so sure.

May peace and love endure.

Tich Ennis

16th August, 2017

The Singing Stone

A stone sang to me and said set me free.

Must I just be?

Is it your will that I be a stone?

Leave me alone.

I want your throne.

Skim me across a lake for Heaven’s sake.

Or throw me and cause ripples where I land.

Doing nothing I can’t stand.

All the same I suppose I’m meant to be what you see.

Just me.

Tich Ennis

11th August, 2017