Category Archives: State Of Grace

Life

If you’re before your time you’re too early and too late too late.

I don’t believe in fate.

Play the hand life dealt you, no cheating, play it well.

Take your time, consider things, you are one step from Hell.

Things are never quite as bad as they seem, wake up from a bad dream.

Possibly you win, possibly you lose, does it really matter, your choice is yours to choose.

Practice makes perfect when you care.

Fame is neither here nor there.

Tich Ennis

10th January, 2018

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Anonymous Letter

I am who you don’t know but I know you.

I saw you through the keyhole too.

Be not afraid, I shall not spill the beans.

Do it yourself by all means.

Headlines in the paper inches high.

People will know your name before you die.

In the meantime carry on.

I’m watching you, I’m here, I’m gone.

Tich Ennis

27th December, 2017

Abandoned Child

Unwanted gift.

Will this child get short shrift?

In swaddling clothes and a free manger.

Deposited by a stranger.

Delivered to the door.

Do you want more?

Another mouth to feed.

How do they breed?

Children in need.

He will grow up to be a man, if allowed.

Who wants his shroud?

Rain brings flowers from every cloud.

Baby, baby cutchy coo.

Is that you?

Happy Christmas too.

Tich Ennis

12th December, 2017

Memo

I haven’t been happy with your work lately. I prefer to smile.

Its been a while.

Perfection is hard to attain.

I know that, do you?

Me too.

It is worth the pain.

There is much to gain.

You may not seek my approval.

Are you ready for removal?

God knows I’m a patient man.

At least I think I am.

To end my report, must do better.

Don’t cry when you read this letter.

I’ll see you in my office after work.

May I quote Edmund Burke?

I may, and many others too.

Do Shakespeare’s words mean anything to you?

To be or not to be and so on.

Mull over my words, I won’t go on and on.

See you later on.

Tich Ennis

7th December, 2017

Converging Concepts

Maths, art, science, literature, philosophy, religion are converging to a single point.

A Russian scientist said that, whom the saints anoint.

Speaking for myself, I concur.

I who infrequently err.

Love is where you find it wherever that may be.

An old pop song or a cup of tea.

Did Adam and Eve do wrong or did they make a mistake?

The Reader’s Digest said that in my years of heartache.

I made mistakes in my time.

Who is without crime?

Everything should rhyme.

I do be and I does be talking rot.

That’s not all I’ve got.

Whoever is responsible, thanks a lot.

I think this poem is rather good but who am I to say?

Have it your way.

Perhaps the last two lines should be in parentheses or, as you might say, bracket.

If you have a bad child do you smack it?

Tich Ennis

4th December, 2017

Dream – Immortal Word

I’m always getting ready never doing.

Or so it seems.

I achieve in my dreams.

When all the pieces fall into place will I be in a state of grace?

I was not dealt the perfect hand I am no rock‘n’roll band.

Whoever heard of a band of one is there such a thing under the Sun?

Throw a pack of cards in the air or a jigsaw puzzle.

Beware of a dog without a muzzle.

Toast always falls face down, so said some clown.

If I do nothing will anything happen, anything at all?

When I talk to myself I’m talking to the wall.

I don’t want to be rude but should I get up off my arse, my bum?

Hand me the key to kingdom come.

I speak in the vulgar tongue.

I am a common man, as common as muck.

I bet you thought I was going to say fuck.

Tich Ennis

27th November, 2017