Category Archives: Guiding Star

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

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Arise

Can I transcend my origins and rise above it all?

As a lark in the clear air sing a song of small?

Oh that I could oh that I would and see things as they are.

Maybe some day I will be at one with my guiding star.

Tich Ennis

14th June, 2018

Beautiful Day

Coffee at a café in the shade.

Pass the time of day with creatures God made.

One man had a guitar he bought as a present for a man who can play.

There’s more to tell, have you got all day?

One quoted Latin unsure what it meant.

I told of myself when young, am I Heaven sent?

The day is, that’s for sure.

We come and go and some of us endure.

Latin is a dead language, it does not change.

A man I spoke to lives on a mountain range.

He walks, so do I but not so far.

The Sun has come and is our guiding star.

Tich Ennis

9th June, 2018

Objective

To be objective about yourself is not easy, so ask others.

Leave out mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers.

Ask the queen, the pope, choose your own guru.

Don’t ask you.

If you want to embark on a course of self improvement ask others what about you most needs to be improved.

Will their answer leave you unmoved?

I myself bought a guitar.

So far I have not got far.

It remains in its case.

Is that a smile on your face?

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