Category Archives: Guidance

Can

Can a perfect poem save the world? If so, let it be.

The world should be poetry.

To read means to understand.

People of whatever land.

Don’t have anything worth robbing and you won’t be robbed.

This poet is not double jobbed.

But enough of me, too much talk of me.

Who will make the blind to see?

Some other me.

Could it be I?

If not, why?

Something to do before you die.

How wonderful if everything would rhyme.

For all time.

Sublime.

Tich Ennis

30th June, 2018

The Right Thing To Do

If you dismiss the world as rubbish is that the right thing to do?

I say no, do you?

Its not all bad, somewhere there is gold.

Dig deep and you will find wealth untold.

What to do with all the rubbish, all the spoil?

Evidence of toil.

Produce less, or none at all.

God save us all.

Make something of it, something worthwhile.

Beneath the grass you too will lie after a while.

Tich Ennis

28th June, 2018

The World

The world is rather overwhelming, don’t let it get you down.

Always remember the old saying, a frown is a smile turned upside down.

Yes, its massive run by madmen with missiles and big guns.

You are only you, you have one Moon and not two Suns.

Persist, persist and travel on.

The man with the missile will be gone.

The Moon and Sun last on.

Tich Ennis

15th June, 2018

Puzzle

Keep trying the pieces of a puzzle and eventually they fit.

Finally, a perfect picture when you get the last bit.

Frame it and hang it on the wall, some do.

Others don’t, the idea may not appeal to you.

Edge pieces are easy, corners easiest of all.

Patience gets you there, that’s life, in time a tree grows tall.

Tich Ennis

4th June, 2018

Spark

May the spark never die, oh fan it into a flame.

In a world of misery I am glad I came.

I have sinned to my eternal shame.

No way am I the only one, the many headed monster prowls beneath the Sun.

Someday, one day I will rise again when there is love between my fellow men.

Must I wait ‘til then?

The answer comes back no, begin again.

Tich Ennis

9th May, 2018

Information

 

At what height does a pony become a horse? Fifteen hands.

This is known in many lands.

The nineteen forties was the time of big bands.

Straight laced, straight faced.

A fact is a lie and a half.

Don’t laugh.

Tich Ennis

30th April, 2018

Knowall

Is God a knowall or does he exist at all?

No one likes a knowall, he shoves facts in your face.

He knows better he puts you down he is a disgrace.

God, on the other hand, is a mystery man.

Find out for yourself, that’s his plan.

He is self effacing to a fault.

Someday I may break into his vault.

Tich Ennis

5th April, 2018