Category Archives: Waiting

Stutter

At the risk of repeating myself may I say I have a stutter?

Some people think I am a nutter.

I say what I want to say, eventually.

In the meantime, have a cup of tea.

I am not disfigured as far as I know in any other sense.

I don’t want your pity, you have mine, tolerate me sitting on the fence.

Sometimes I make a joke which is not understood.

I wish you would.

I thought of saying p-p-p peace between all m-m-m men.

You would not understand even then.

When?

Tich Ennis

6th October, 2017

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Computer

A computer means exactly what it says, they’d drive you crazy.

Or am I lazy?

Why are they so complicated?

I awaited enlightenment, I waited and waited.

Sooner or later it came along, I was doing things wrong.

Ask exactly the right question, that is my suggestion.

You too must mean what you say.

Have a nice day.

Hello world, I’ve seen the world, I didn’t like it.

Will I catch a bus or bike it?

Tich Ennis

3rd October, 2017

Strange Prayer

I’d have to be better than God to give up smoking.

Only joking.

I am pretty old but I haven’t given up yet.

Living that is, and the old wine cup, you bet.

Alright, beer, or as I call it, stout.

Am I found out?

Lord make me good but not yet was Saint Augustine’s prayer.

Before he became a saint, I am not there.

To be smoke free would improve my financial position.

Otherwise I am in good condition.

Heal thyself, physician.

To give up would make one or two people glad.

And I would be less mad.

Not bad.

If God is doing the right thing then its up to me.

The rest is history.

Or should I say the past.

I was a trawler fisherman, my years before the mast.

I end in inconsequentiality.

Wait and see.

Tich Ennis

12th September, 2017

Becalmed

My interactions with the world are largely to no avail.

Am I a ship without a sail?

Come fair wind, headwind, blow me home.

All roads lead to Rome.

Perhaps some current may catch me and from the doldrums set me free.

I sit and wait and hope twiddling my fingers like a dope.

Throw me a rope.

Yours faithfully, a misanthrope.

Tich Ennis

9th September, 2017

Sloppy Guy

I am a messy sloppy guy, don’t ask the reason why.

I was born to feel not think, I can do things, I write with ink.

Technical explanations leave me cold, I have grown to be so very old.

When they tell me what to do but leave out how I’m all at sea I cannot plough.

So I should ask some other guy, less sloppy than you or I.

Maybe some guy says it clear, I wish he would show up here.

Or preferably do it for me while I drink a cup of tea.

Will that ever be?

Why leave it all to me?

Set me free.

Yours frustratedly.

I want to do things in the simplest possible way.

That’s all I’ve got to say.

Today.

Or for now anyway.

Tich Ennis

2nd September, 2017

Bits Of Time

While I wait.

For my fate.

I have a date.

A date with doom and gloom?

I hope not soon.

In between I wait and wonder.

My heart is torn asunder.

No wonder.

I live in hope.

This dope.

I don’t need rope.

This seems rather sad.

I like glad.

But then I’m mad.

Fools rush in they say.

This is a good day.

I asked for a receipt but you did not give me one.

I gave you a tip, have fun.

I said I would pay at the desk but you walked away.

Do you never listen to what I say?

A poem is never finished it is abandoned, said a poet to me.

I agree.

So you came back and said my receipt is on the bar.

Can I walk that far?

Later still you left it on my table the receipt, not a bill.

So okay things are not as bad as at first appears.

Postpone your tears.

Then I sold a cd of me singing for full price, ten.

He said his ninety-two year old mother will listen to every word, when.

Then I sold another to a woman who lives across the street.

Good to meet.

She will pay at my front door.

I have one foot on the floor.

So all in all so far a good day.

All things come to he who waits.

Our postman does not shut gates.

Tich Ennis

1st September, 2017

Coffee Blues

I was thinking of writing a poem called where’s my bloody coffee but I decided not to because I don’t want to be annoyed.

I got it myself and found my first coffee was paid for, I am overjoyed.

I rang a friend, he’s round the bend, no answer came, when will life end?

I notice all lines here begin with the word I, I must live and die.

At last a line beginning differently.

I prefer coffee to tea.

That’s just me.

Tich Ennis

26th August, 2017