Category Archives: Creation

Abandoned Child

Unwanted gift.

Will this child get short shrift?

In swaddling clothes and a free manger.

Deposited by a stranger.

Delivered to the door.

Do you want more?

Another mouth to feed.

How do they breed?

Children in need.

He will grow up to be a man, if allowed.

Who wants his shroud?

Rain brings flowers from every cloud.

Baby, baby cutchy coo.

Is that you?

Happy Christmas too.

Tich Ennis

12th December, 2017


Poster Boy

Poster designed by me not printed yet.

CD not duplicated yet.

Its coming, like Christmas.

Book ready in small quantities.

We can but try, Tich Ennis, 9th December, 2017

Converging Concepts

Maths, art, science, literature, philosophy, religion are converging to a single point.

A Russian scientist said that, whom the saints anoint.

Speaking for myself, I concur.

I who infrequently err.

Love is where you find it wherever that may be.

An old pop song or a cup of tea.

Did Adam and Eve do wrong or did they make a mistake?

The Reader’s Digest said that in my years of heartache.

I made mistakes in my time.

Who is without crime?

Everything should rhyme.

I do be and I does be talking rot.

That’s not all I’ve got.

Whoever is responsible, thanks a lot.

I think this poem is rather good but who am I to say?

Have it your way.

Perhaps the last two lines should be in parentheses or, as you might say, bracket.

If you have a bad child do you smack it?

Tich Ennis

4th December, 2017

Am I?

Am I a conventional poet am I damn.

I don’t know what I am.

Bread and jam.

I ate as a child, did I go wild?

What am I now anyhow?

The sum of all my experiences, pig and sow.

Behind the plough.

I’m experimental now.

Yes I believe oh God I do.

In you.

In that sense I might as well go to Hell.

Oh well.

To Hell and back for the crack.

I will be back.

When I know I’ll tell you so.

I am old and I am new.

You too.

Tich Ennis

29th November, 2017


Is God upper class?

Kiss my ass.

We’ll let that pass.

No, does he look down from a lofty height?

He does not talk shite.

Am I the equal of God?

Who me, a lazy sod?

I’d say no, he believes in equality.

He is equality, you see.

I don’t believe in class, categories.

God bless us, I am about to sneeze.

Who makes jokes at times like these?

God is the greatest joker of them all.

Pride goes before a fall.

That’s all.

Its extremely hard to get a message through.

To jokes like you.

Tich Ennis

23rd November, 2017


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

Real Life

In real life I sit and smoke and joke.

I am a pig in a poke.

Not sorry I spoke.

The other day I said if the queen awarded an honorary knighthood to me or the OBE, my friend laughed and said that will never be.

It could happen to a bishop or other man of the cloth.

Before the day of wrath.

God is coming back and he’s really pissed off said a car bumper sticker.

I like liquor.

Don’t drink and drive, you might spill it.

Joke, don’t kill it.

Tich Ennis

16th November, 2017