Category Archives: Poem

Manchester United

Manchester United probably has no player from Manchester, does it matter?

Who is Sepp Blatter?

Today we have singers who can’t sing, it’s the thing.

Why is nothing what it says it is, the United Nations are not united.

Explain it to a child, it takes some explaining, I am not delighted.

They have as little to do with what they say they are as a bicycle with a car.

The world is very complicated, many things are overrated.

Do you blame people for going mad when the world is mad?

It makes me sad.

Rename something when its name is bad, does that change anything at all?

Am I talking to the wall?

They say a thing is wrong but have no cure.

Is that me or you or them, are you sure?

There’s something not right somewhere, as Shakespeare said, rotten in the state of Denmark.

He did not miss the mark.

For Denmark read everywhere.

Believe me there is good but it is rare.

What is happening to our air?

What qualities make good, dedication and care.

They are still there.

The few are true.

Are you?

Tich Ennis

19th June, 2018

 

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Flower

I saw you walking by with a flower in your hair.

You did not see me there.

I said hello, you did not hear me though.

Girl I barely know.

You have charm.

God between us and all harm.

I’ll chance my arm.

You are a beautiful view.

The Sun comes shining through.

That’s you.

A ray of sunshine in a world of grey.

Have a nice day.

A lot of people have worry on their face.

You have grace.

Smiling face.

Tich Ennis

19th June, 2018

Mad Book

My brother is writing a book, the maddest ever made.

In this idyllic glade.

When people don’t understand something they say it must be art.

A million for a bad photocopy, where do you start?

People pay a fortune for rubbish, that’s not art, that’s fashion, a fickle jade.

A mistake a person made.

So my brother could present his book as art, its not science, sure as Hell.

Would you fall for it?

Oh well.

Tich Ennis

28th May, 2018