Tag Archives: Joy

My Prayer

What prayer do I pray every day?

May my soul be pure.

Must pain endure?

What price happiness and joy?

Pure gold, no alloy.

For all, for everyone under the Sun.

When may a toy replace a gun?

I’m not the only one.

The only, lonely one.

If I am not good enough will someone else please write my stuff.

If not I’ll have to do.

Second best for you.

Alright, I’ll try.

Until I die.

May perfection be for you and me.

Truth, set us free.

Tich Ennis

2nd June, 2017


White Knight

The man in the white hat is the good guy, he rides over the hill.

When will night become day, we are waiting still.

When shall commonsense prevail, in the land of Granuaile?

Ever after anywhere, is it floating in the air?

Not merely commonsense of course, love and joy come on your horse.

Deliver us from ourselves, I speak from the land of elves.

A leprechaun leads to a pot of gold.

When shall his story be told?

Tich Ennis

24th April, 2017


Nobody expects it, will it happen?


The world is a mess.

There are words, joy and infinity.

They mean a lot to me.

In fact, the lot.

They’re all I’ve got.

I have not got a lot.

When will they come, if ever?

I am hoping, not never.

Or hardly ever.

Music is a sign.

Do not waste time.

Enjoy what is here to enjoy.

Play with your toy.

This poem is simple.

A baby’s dimple.

Tich Ennis

13th October, 2016


My Mistake

I did not know your heart would break.

It was there for me to take.

Mine? Its more or less fine.

Sorry I ignored you.

I didn’t know what to do.

I had a case of romantic ‘flu.

I thought of you.

And still do.

I am not quite dead.

Would I do instead?

I am hard to put up with.

Would you like me to shut up with?

There are more than one or two of you but what’s a guy to do?

Tich Ennis

13th October, 2016


Inky Spider

I dipped a spider in ink and put it on a page.

What words did it write, was it a sage?

It said my legs are inky, that’s not how to write, you dope.

If you think that’s all there is to it then there is no hope.

Random rubbish is just that.

You’d be better off feeding the cat.

I said, oh well, alright, if that’s what you say.

I’ll have another think, good day.

The spider got up on his legs and spoke.

He said a joke is not funny when it’s not a joke.

I am a spider, let me go.

Rubbish is rubbish, I told you so.

Tich Ennis

11th October, 2016


I saw utter loveliness in a face, but did she have grace?

Her face betrayed some strain, some pain.

I’ve seen that look before, I don’t want more.

I remember well a girl of surpassing loveliness.

Breathtaking in her beauty, she was no mess.

I held her close, she held me tight.

I could have danced all night.

Why are we uptight?

Tich Ennis

7th October, 2016


I doubt if I’ll go to my own,

I’d rather stay at home.

Someone good has died,

I won’t say I cried.

I was sad, some fun has gone.

Memory lingers on.

She lived quite old and swam and did a lot.

Every moment filled, never forgot.

Not by those left behind.

I am not a relative, what matter, I still mind.

She came and saw and went, saw many places.

Maisie brought joy and smiling faces.

Tich Ennis

12th July, 2016