Category Archives: Charm

Generations

Generations passing by, I wonder why.

Children have charm, may they come to no harm.

Then they grow up into hags and old lags.

Give humanity a chance.

Mozart composed at five, to make people dance.

Striptease is an art form in France.

Some people have double decker prams.

Traffic jams.

Tich Ennis

5th November, 2018

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Hope

Whenever. Wherever. Hopefully here in time to come.

All will be revealed and then some.

I await the day.

Meanwhile I pray.

That some day all will be well.

Deliver us from Hell.

May we make it through.

Me and you.

And everybody too.

Until then we soldier on.

The old days are not gone.

A world fit for me and you.

That’s what I want too.

Free creatures from the zoo.

Elephant and kangaroo.

Marmoset too.

Oh yes, me and you too.

Bright sparks in the dark.

Sunrise in clear skies.

For all and everyone.

Then my work will be done.

I say farewell to you.

This will never do.

I want music too.

Song and dance.

Give peace a chance.

The Beatles sang it too.

Someday, sometime.

All will rhyme.

I end as I began.

Just one man.

One among many.

Almost without a penny.

When will the penny drop?

Full stop.

Tich Ennis

29th October, 2018

Endless Figures

Endless figures passing by, some smile, some have a wink in their eye.

Some look grim, is the Grim Reaper following him?

I may see a child, plug ugly but the apple of his mother’s eye.

What a child was I?

Some have charm, God between us and all harm.

The temperature leaves something to be desired, has God retired?

I haven’t seen a priest so far, where are they all, in the bar?

I see a passing car.

En passant, as Macron might say, its just another day.

Tich Ennis

23rd October, 2018

Horizon

I see the horizon and the sea.

Who will come there with me?

What lies beyond, what is my goal?

Beneath the sea are fish, a shoal.

Let us put up sail, you and I.

Sail to where the horizon meets the sky.

Don’t ask why.

Something calls me, calling you.

The sea and sky are blue.

Let us draw a line.

In time.

Welcome horizon, welcome sea and sky.

You are you and I am I.

I am a dot.

Nothing I am not.

You’re all I’ve got.

Thanks a lot.

Tich Ennis

25th September, 2018

Fooling People

A man told me PR is misunderstood.

He was a PR man, was he good?

If a missile site is planned for next door to you you become a target too.

What to do?

A PR man will tell you its alright, sleep at night.

Here come the bombs, look the other way, have a nice day.

Does the big lie always work, are you taken in?

Mr. Confusion whispers in your ear, the truth is a sin.

Or so he says, who are you to believe?

Not the man whose job is to deceive.

Tich Ennis

20th September, 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