Category Archives: Harmony

Save The World

If I wrote the perfect poem to save the world would you read it?

If I gave you a million pounds would you need it?

Would you thank me for it before you put it in the bank?

I don’t expect much of you, to be frank.

People everywhere breathe air.

Some wear masks, pollution doesn’t care.

Some say things are getting better, some say worse.

It’s a bit of both, here comes your hearse.

Who will save the world from us, from each other?

Are you leaving it to me and my brother?

Or another?

Tich Ennis

6th November, 2018

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October

Its too hot in the Sun and too cool in the shade.

Is this the best October day God made?

Far be it from me to mock your beliefs if you have any.

Beliefs are two a penny.

Will I vote blasphemy should not be a crime?

Is that a waste of time?

I do not favour insults and put downs.

In the circus watch the clowns.

I met Joe and my brother today and saw no snow.

Pending the penultimate, here I go.

Am I a poet or a holy show?

I don’t know.

Tich Ennis

15th October, 2018

Horizon

I see the horizon and the sea.

Who will come there with me?

What lies beyond, what is my goal?

Beneath the sea are fish, a shoal.

Let us put up sail, you and I.

Sail to where the horizon meets the sky.

Don’t ask why.

Something calls me, calling you.

The sea and sky are blue.

Let us draw a line.

In time.

Welcome horizon, welcome sea and sky.

You are you and I am I.

I am a dot.

Nothing I am not.

You’re all I’ve got.

Thanks a lot.

Tich Ennis

25th September, 2018

Into The Future

Into the future comes the child.

An ever changing world greets her, fortune smiled.

What lies in store only time will tell.

Yin and yang, Heaven or Hell?

Someone looks after her now.

She may swing beneath a bough.

Looking back what will she say when life comes to an end?

I did it my way and I had a friend.

Hopefully at least that’s what she’ll say.

I wish her well in every way.

Another little one comes along.

Life is a never-ending song.

Tich Ennis

27th August, 2018

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

My History

My history is a mystery to those who do not know.

If I tell you now you can say I told you so.

I was a fisherman, a journalist.

What about the girls I kissed?

I worked in a TV shop but not for long.

A stockbroker’s office, but I got things wrong.

I worked with a laser and I marked metal.

That’s enough for now, I’ll put on the kettle.

Tich Ennis

21st June, 2018

Feeling

Art is all from feeling, feeling matters most.

Do you say holy spirit or do you say holy ghost?

What is the spirit of all things and everything and all?

Is it either very large or very, very small?

Is your spirit really you, is that all there is to say?

I will leave the question why for another day.

Do you feel the spirit of a thing, person, place?

Does great scenery inspire a smile upon your face?

Happiness and sadness, remembrance of times past.

Tomorrow is another day, the future comes at last.

Above all feeling, feeling is my king.

When you have love and happiness do you want anything?

Tich Ennis

20th June, 2018