Category Archives: Heaven

Single Parent

I am a single parent of a problem child.

His name is Jesus Christ, should he be crucified?

He talks of love and truth and all that stuff.

All guff.

Have we had enough?

Christianity, he came back to say, has not failed, it has not been tried.

Ask someone who committed sucicide.

Who says he lied?

Tich Ennis

12th September, 2018

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Solicitors

Some are good but they are few and far between.

Walk in off the street, see what I mean.

Is their brain at your service or their own?

Do you have to ask, leave them alone.

They go through the motions, that’s all they do.

And send their bill to you.

Go by recommendation, ask a friend.

The good are good, the rest drive you around the bend.

Tich Ennis

1st 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

Wrong Again

I thought there was no coffee then I looked round, wrong again.

I don’t need to go to the shop then.

There is no one way to write, you don’t have to stay up all night.

Do what suits you how it suits you say what suits you, that’s the way.

At any time of night or day.

You don’t have to know everything, you never will.

Don’t copy anyone, climb your own hill.

Be yourself, who else were you born to be?

Then you may drink coffee, or if you prefer, tea.

Tich Ennis

1st July, 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

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