Category Archives: Guiding Star

Write A Poem

Don’t try to write a poem let it come to you.

That’s what to do.

Tich Ennis

16th March, 2018



The internet can be used for good or ill, uranium can cure, uranium can kill.

Follow my words if you will.

Too much of a good thing is bad, even sunshine kills, who is mad?

Some things are best in small doses, do you want to spend your life online?

Don’t waste time.

Tich Ennis

15th March, 2018

Modern Star

Instagram and twitter, do you know what these things are?

Modern person, part of a star.

If you want to say things go where people are.

Tich Ennis

5th March, 2018


Big Words

I know big words but I don’t use them.

I wish to tell people not confuse them.

Use words don’t abuse them.

Tich Ennis

3rd March, 2018



Inevitability is coming it will come and go.

It will catch up with you if you are slow.

If you know what this means let me know.

Tich Ennis

28th February, 2018


The Road

There is a road where our house used to be a man said to me.

My old family home has now thirteen houses on the site, alright.

The only constant is change said some Indian man.

Is this God’s plan?

If things remained the same life would be very tame.

More of the same.

Each day is different, you have good days and bad.

Don’t let the weather drive you mad.

Its not that bad.

I lived in a house with a lovely view, now I’m happy where I am.

God don’t say damn.

What a fool I am.

Someone said I should write a song.

Where do I belong?

This is my song.

Don’t let me go wrong.

How long, oh Lord, how long?

How long is the road home?

Home is where you are.

So said my guiding star.

I am, I am, you are.

Friends disappear and new ones come along.

A neverending song.

I sing my song.

Move with the times or die.

I tell no lie.

Tich Ennis

14th February, 2018


Nothing To Do

I write because I have nothing to do.

The sky is black, not blue.

Its night time, nothing good on the radio.

So I write, goodnight.

Will I ever get things sorted out, find out what its all about?

Trying to make sense of it all, that’s what I do and am doing.

A cause worth pursuing.

I’d rather write in hope and be considered a dope, I have plenty of scope.

I hang about not on a rope.

So I write these words instead of being dead.

The purpose of life is to find the purpose of life amid the strife.

That’s life.

Tich Ennis

5th February, 2018