Category Archives: Poem

Message

I am a voice for the voiceless including me.

How may the blind see?

I also wish the deaf to hear so I whisper in their ear.

Not everything is hunky-dory, you know the story.

People sometimes let me down with a bump or otherwise.

At my age that’s no surprise.

You may have old age to look forward to, lucky you.

My senses are pretty well intact, at long last its time to act.

That’s a fact.

I am neither deaf nor blind nor mute.

Did you say shoot?

From time to time I talk in rhyme.

As here and now, anyhow.

Behold the ploughman with his plough.

That’s all for now.

Is that ending abrupt?

At least you did not interrupt.

Over and out.

Don’t shout.

That’s what its all about.

Tich Ennis

19th October, 2017

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Singing and writing, who’s fighting?

I fight myself and sometimes win.

Is it too late to begin?

I nearly built a shop down a street where no one goes.

I still may do it, who knows?

Maybe someone lost their way.

Why not walk down and stay?

Bring something home with you, you may share it too.

If you wish to hear and see then come along with me.

I don’t cost much, not much, a widow’s mite.

Why fight?

Tich Ennis

17th October, 2017

Beard

I don’t need to shave because I grew a beard.

The truth is most feared.

I do need to wash my face to be in a state of grace.

Sometimes I wash my hands.

I listen to rock’n’roll bands.

Or did in times gone past, the future is catching up with me fast.

Its pointless complaining that I have to cut my nails, my patience fails.

I do get out of bed, well said.

I am alive until I’m dead.

I enjoy life more or less.

God bless.

Tich Ennis

16th October, 2017

The Halloween Ring

Slowly, imperceptibly things are happening, or maybe.

What rhymes with gravy?

I waited for a man on a white horse.

He never came, of course.

Could Clint Eastwood make my day?

He stayed away.

Mind you I said nothing, don’t get all excited.

May I allow myself to be delighted?

For every horizon there is another one.

I follow the Sun.

Something is better than nothing, I search for something.

Maybe I will get the Halloween ring.

Tich Ennis

16th October, 2017

Fancy Free

Money and me are passing acquaintances, money is fancy free.

I borrow from a friend to bring music to you.

You and you and you and me too.

Artists only buy from each other an artist said.

Are we all artists before we’re dead?

I wrote a book, I sang a song, how long, oh Lord, how long?

For a joke God made a money tree.

I sit under the apple tree.

My pockets are empty, can’t you see?

Tich Ennis

16th October, 2017

Insane

I thought I was going mad, I feel better and I’m glad.

Life was getting me down, I am not one to wear a frown.

I am a happy go lucky guy, which is hard to be, I know why.

Whatever life may throw at me, I do my best, you see, you see.

I feel better now as I said in my first line.

Okay, is this a jail, are we serving time?

Its very good from time to time, I love my friends.

This poem ends.

Tich Ennis

13th October, 2017

Smoke

Why is everyone so screwed up, including me?

I watch your faces, you see.

Okay, not always, not quite everyone.

Why do most look like they never had any fun?

Had or have, have it your own way.

All potential customers of mine walk by every day.

I went so far as to write a book, some enjoyed it, some won’t even look.

My brother gives my book away, for God’s sake why?

Alright, its not that bad, some pay for it before they die.

Would you die laughing if I told you a joke?

I am a living cliché, a poet who is broke.

And I smoke.

Tich Ennis

12th October, 2017