Category Archives: Heaven

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

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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