Tag Archives: Money


Will some rich man pay my debts?

Any bets?

The rich are normally ungenerous as I am not the first to say.

The poor give it away.

So some are rich and some are poor.

Which am I, I am not sure.

I know everything is not about money.

To a miser that is funny.

The greatest gifts of all are time and life.

God help her if I took a wife.

I do not appear ambitious.

Give me loaves and fishes.

You wash the dishes.

Tich Ennis

Tuesday, 12th November, 2019

Morality Without God

But why?

Is pornography in your eye?

Money in the banks.

No thanks.

Is cruelty just a word?


What price humanity?

For you and me.

Ancient Greeks spoke of ethics.

A bag of tricks?

Live and let live at least.

Bread needs yeast.

Are people things?

Wedding rings.

Love and laughter and a smile.

A tree lined mile.

Love is for me.

And he and she.

Who made a tree?

A higher purpose, higher cause, higher laws.

Look up at the stars.

I set myself a task to rhyme.

Not all the time.

I mean what I say.

Good day.

Tich Ennis

Monday, 11th November, 2019

Selling A House

Sale agreed does not mean sold.

Will you learn the truth before you’re old?

The one who agreed to buy may not be able to raise the money.

If you are the seller that is not funny.

The one who buys thinks they paid too much, the one who sells thinks they did not get enough.

So my next door neighbour said.

He may or may not be dead.

Tich Ennis

Thursday, 31st October, 2019


Newspapers put first selling newspapers, isn’t that to be expected?

And politicians put first getting elected.

You buy the newspaper that supports your prejudice, am I right?

And vote for the politician who to you appears more or less alright.

It depends who you most want to fight.

Does it make sense to complain then when they lie and mean not a thing they say?

Love of money, power and prestige have not gone away.

The question is what does anyone put first?

With that attitude we are cursed.

This may appear a cynical point of view.

I am not cynical through and through.

In fact not cynical at all.

I recognise acting, that’s all.

Rare exceptions exist everywhere.

More or less not there.

Occasionally they seem to care.

Sometimes they more or less fool me.

What price hypocrisy?

Who hits the nail with the hammer should not be in the slammer.

My crap detector works well.

Is this Hell?

Tich Ennis

5th May, 2019

Naked Beggar

I wish to be a naked beggar as in India, a holy man.

That is my plan.

Living on alms, singing psalms.

Owning nothing at all, that is my ambition.

Will it come to fruition?

One or two points require consideration before I change my station.

Being naked is agreeable in the Southern hemisphere, not here.

Secondly, if everyone was a naked beggar they would have no money to give each other.

This is a tough problem, I’ll ask my brother.

I reserve the right to misquote poetry.

The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft a glee.

A naked beggar I will never be.

Tich Ennis

29th March, 2019


What should I care about, there’s so much.

Politicians talking double Dutch.

The art market, that’s a difficult one.

I like great paintings in public galleries, not private hands, for one.

The prices paid are surrealistic, ridiculous.

Crooked, killer money finances galleries from plutocratic organisations on an ego trip.

So much is wrong, I won’t button my lip.

Money and power are the drug.

Will someone pull the rug?

This poem is unfinished, how can I say it all?

To some people nothing matters at all.

Tich Ennis

22nd March, 2019