Category Archives: Harmony

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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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

Walk

A girl walks out across the world one step at a time.

Through the sunlight and the shade, everything looks fine.

To her destination, is that work or play?

A smile upon her face, I say good day.

She is in no hurry but she is getting there.

With her dog and bag and purse, she seems to have no care.

A smile upon her face for me and a smile on mine.

We may pass some words today or another time.

Tich Ennis

20th June, 2018

Word

The written word, the spoken word, one is seen, the other heard.

In one ear and out the other go words in the air.

The written word shall last until the end of time, when true and fair.

Who shall speak the word written down, perhaps a funny circus clown.

Immortal word speak to me.

Sing a song of the free.

The best is yet to be.

A cup of tea.

Tich Ennis

19th June, 2018

Flower

I saw you walking by with a flower in your hair.

You did not see me there.

I said hello, you did not hear me though.

Girl I barely know.

You have charm.

God between us and all harm.

I’ll chance my arm.

You are a beautiful view.

The Sun comes shining through.

That’s you.

A ray of sunshine in a world of grey.

Have a nice day.

A lot of people have worry on their face.

You have grace.

Smiling face.

Tich Ennis

19th June, 2018