Category Archives: Soul


This poem is as good as Any.

It won’t make me a penny.

And now some great thoughts, at least one.

I can’t think of anything, have fun.

My brother says this poem is very dead.

I’ll take that as read.

Read something else instead.

At least I got out of bed.

Tonight I will go back again.

And then, and then.….

More of the same.

Deal the cards, another game.

Tich Ennis

8th November, 2018


Testing The Limits

I test the limits of your patience, your toleration.

Meanwhile I live in stagnation.

When young I tested drink and girls and rarely stopped to think.

I lived at the brink.

I rarely drove but sometimes drove people mad.

I miss my mum and dad.

Is God testing my endurance?

I have no life insurance.

Even our house is not insured.

Have I lived or just endured?

The limit of my life has not arrived.

So far I have survived.

Why do I speak so much of I?

I suppose I’ll stop when I die.

Time is my enemy and my friend.

The end.

Tich Ennis

19th October, 2018


I have met many people better than me, if you knew me you would agree.

I walk in your shadow, I walk in your light.

I see better in day than in night.

Who is the perfect poet, or was or will be?

Almost definitely not me.

I strive for perfection, perhaps not hard enough.

I moan and wail that life is tough.

I mean mine and yours, the world, the Earth.

Can I find perfection in the land of my birth?

Perfection is something perhaps you have to be.

Who, me?

Tich Ennis

6th September, 2018

Help Me

I wish I had someone to do for me the things I need to do.

How about you?

Do you feel the same way too?

Look in the mirror, enjoy the view.

Here’s talking to you, prodigal son.

Who else will do it, you are the only one.

Tough luck, that’s how the mop flops, be your slave.

Fortune favours the brave.

A little help, a word or two from someone who has been there before means a lot to me.

I will get it done when you and I agree.

Someone asked do I want to be famous well not really, no.

I appreciate appreciation, I should start before I go.

Tell me something I don’t know.

I wait to hear from a man called Joe.

Finding how is hard I said before.

Repeating yourself is a bore.

I won’t say more.

Tich Ennis

31st August, 2018

Dead And Gone

But they live on.

I don’t know why we have to die.

In a way we never do.

I hope me too. And you.

Tich Ennis

5th April, 2018

Broke Artists

Does God mean artists to be broke?

I am, no joke.

I would like to make this clear, I am not God.

I am a lazy sod.

You don’t get rich writing poetry someone said to me.

Was he right? Look and see.

I sing as well.

What the Hell.

Tich Ennis

10th March, 2017

Modern Star

Instagram and twitter, do you know what these things are?

Modern person, part of a star.

If you want to say things go where people are.

Tich Ennis

5th March, 2018