Category Archives: Rhyme


The churches are deserted, the shopping malls are too.

Virtual reality has taken over, its caught on like the ‘flu.

A good machine is better than a bad person I heard someone say.

I prefer flesh and blood, reality every day.

Young people don’t talk to each other, they’re all on the phone, leaving each other alone.

They can’t write a letter, they can’t even talk.

With a few exceptions who learned more than how to walk.

The flight from reality and other people is all around and getting worse.

People are a blessing, not a curse.

End of verse.

Tich Ennis

19th June, 2018



The written word, the spoken word, one is seen, the other heard.

In one ear and out the other go words in the air.

The written word shall last until the end of time, when true and fair.

Who shall speak the word written down, perhaps a funny circus clown.

Immortal word speak to me.

Sing a song of the free.

The best is yet to be.

A cup of tea.

Tich Ennis

19th June, 2018


May the spark never die, oh fan it into a flame.

In a world of misery I am glad I came.

I have sinned to my eternal shame.

No way am I the only one, the many headed monster prowls beneath the Sun.

Someday, one day I will rise again when there is love between my fellow men.

Must I wait ‘til then?

The answer comes back no, begin again.

Tich Ennis

9th May, 2018