Category Archives: Poem

Rich And Famous

If I became rich and famous might I become obnoxious, I asked a friend, he said do you mean more obnoxious than you are?

I don’t own a car.

God may be sparing me for something, but what the Hell?

Oh well.

Fame has not gone to my head, I have obscurity instead.

Its not hard to be humble when no one knows you’re there.

Ask me, see if I care.

Could I possibly stand up to fame?

You don’t know my name.

I am honest, I am poor.

May the truth endure.

Tich Ennis

7th February, 2018

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The Question

My best friend Michael O’Brien said I will be famous after I’m dead.

He died first, instead.

Do I want fame for myself, no.

The truth comes dropping slow.

I want what everyone wants but hardly dares to expect.

World peace, an end to war and argument as you might suspect.

I write my words, they say the same.

Allow children play a game.

Maybe Michael’s right, may my words be true.

I want a perfect world for you.

How about me too?

A perfect world requires perfected people, they are rare.

The burning question, do you care?

Tich Ennis

2nd February, 2018

Theory

In theory I am a genius but in practice no.

I have a long way to go.

I am an apprentice millionaire, just starting out.

When I find out how I’ll give you a shout.

I am the world’s greatest lover, I have some practice in that sphere.

I just say to a girl, come here.

Theory means nothing if not put into practice, learn that first.

Then do your thing, shut up, or else you’re cursed.

Dream while you’re asleep, not all day.

That’s more or less all I have to say.

Mere words are a waste of time.

Is this a poem or a rhyme?

Don’t live only in theory, don’t you see.

Leave that to me.

Tich Ennis

21st January, 2018

Big Bang

God exploded forming me and you.

The universe too.

A suicide bomber with a cause.

Universal laws.

Someday he will reform again when there is peace between men.

The universe expands, contracts.

Aware of its acts.

We die, we know that for sure.

God is the cure.

It has all been most interesting, an old lady said.

Then she rolled over dead.

One day we will all be one.

Wait for the last line full of fun.

I’m not the only one.

Eternal peace and happiness.

God bless.

Free us from this infernal mess.

A cat called Kess.

Tich Ennis

18th January, 2018

Late

I’ve left it rather late to do anything at all.

I like writing most of all.

So I write, that’s what I do.

Do I sound anything like you?

I thought I couldn’t do it, now I don’t care.

I feel, the words are there.

I’m old, shall my story be told?

The most boring subject is oneself, that book stays on the shelf.

Everyone’s life is interesting, so I heard.

I believe in the word.

I wanted to write when young, and did some, sometimes I bit my tongue.

Don’t want to be, just do.

An old man’s advice to you.

Tich Ennis

17th January, 2018

Last Option

Now at last I do or die.

Or at least try.

I cannot pay one who knows, I can’t afford new clothes.

No money, don’t you understand?

I don’t, things are not grand.

I myself must find out how, that’s the best way.

I may ring one last friend, today.

Writing this is postponement, I must make atonement.

For what I am not sure, maybe a lazy mind.

I am not the thinking kind.

Some things come easily to me.

Not everything, you see.

My best friend believed in me.

So I will try, and hopefully achieve.

I must myself believe.

Others have done it, so can I.

I tell myself that is no lie.

It will happen if I try.

I have no other choice, its up to me.

I will do it, wait and see.

Tich Ennis

15th January, 2018

 

Still Voice

A still small voice said that is right the stronger voice said good night.

The still voice said do not shout the strong voice said I know what its all about.

The still voice said you use the word I if you do that we will die.

The strong voice said shut up you fool I was the bully at my school.

The still voice said you murder me the strong voice said I do it in the name of free.

The still voice said you fly a false flag a flag is after all a rag.

The strong voice said how dare you insult what is great I condemn you to your fate.

The still voice said you know you’re wrong the strong voice said get back in your box where you belong.

The strong voice said I rule the roost shut up still voice your goose is cooked.

The still voice said when will peace be the strong voice said I believe in me.

That’s the trouble don’t you see said the still voice silently.

Tich Ennis

13th January, 2018