Tag Archives: Fun

Intelligent Stuff

When I write intelligent stuff, stuff that makes people think, no one likes it, they blink.

Do a person’s thinking for them and they love you, make them think and they hate you said some American guy.

He took the words out of my mouth, I have a brain, this person, I.

Oh well couch potato if that is what you are.

Some day you may get your TV from a star.

Meet me in the bar.

Tich Ennis

17th October, 2018

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Argument

Can you listen to the Devil and demolish his argument?

Do you believe a lie is Heaven-sent, your chance to prove the true, at last the real you?

If so I shall attend your disputation.

If not, I avoid without hesitation.

Argument does not necessarily mean a row.

A student should know that, anyhow.

When all are white collar who will drive the plough?

Tich Ennis

11th October, 2018

Into The Future

Into the future comes the child.

An ever changing world greets her, fortune smiled.

What lies in store only time will tell.

Yin and yang, Heaven or Hell?

Someone looks after her now.

She may swing beneath a bough.

Looking back what will she say when life comes to an end?

I did it my way and I had a friend.

Hopefully at least that’s what she’ll say.

I wish her well in every way.

Another little one comes along.

Life is a never-ending song.

Tich Ennis

27th August, 2018

Talking Cure

We give each other therapy, you and I, who has the cure, must we die?

Thanks for the talk therapy, I am not a dog.

I am allowed on the couch, neither am I a frog.

If I said I think I’m a spoon would you say don’t stir?

If I said I am transgender would you say him or her?

Was Freud a fraud, did he fiddle his results or what?

In which belief should I put faith, gobbledegook or not?

You are a friend who does not charge, at least you do not cost.

Just another member of the legion of the lost.

Tich Ennis

2nd August, 2018

Poet

I write to prove I am a poet.

Not many know it.

Many want to write a book before they die.

Why?

To prove they exist or list the girls they kissed?

And sometimes missed.

Does it matter if I am or if you are?

What price a star?

We cheer each other up sometimes.

Some of us commit crimes.

Happy times.

Does time go on forever, is it better to have been once than never?

Oh yes, I say so.

I am a poet, what do I know?

Only this, I told you so.

Tich Ennis

2nd August, 2018

The Poor And Injustice

The poor should not be crucified, why are they poor?

How long must injustice endure?

Don’t say its all their fault, life is a trial.

Would you help an old lady across a style?

I helped an old lady across a street and she prayed for me all the way over.

That was long ago, Very Lynn might have been singing the White Cliffs of Dover.

Some are beggars because of drugs, thrown out of house and home.

Others fell on hard times, some have a mobile phone.

The poor are the same as you and me but they have less money.

Being poor is not funny.

How would you like to die in a ditch?

It doesn’t often happen to the rich.

Tuppence hapenny looking down on twopence, gimme a break.

For God’s sake.

I certainly don’t want change at the point of a gun.

Guns are not fun.

Good luck everyone.

Tich Ennis

28th July, 2018

Stay

I wrote a poem, it was no good, I did not put it up.

Someone might say shut up.

I mean up on my blog for falling off a log.

I sometimes include things people say like nothing would surprise you today.

I have not gone away.

I’m here to stay.

Its always a fight to get things right.

Goodnight.

Tich Ennis

23rd July, 2018