Category Archives: Knowledge

So Little

So many people know so little and they seem to know it all.

When you ask them they know nothing at all.

Then why do they act like they know everything when they don’t know a thing?

A peasant pretending to be a king.

Oh I don’t know anything about that they proudly say.

They would if they bothered to find out, is ignorance here to stay?

Ask the right person the right question, that’s my suggestion.

Return to source of course.

Persist to the very end my friend.

Tich Ennis

25th July, 2018

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Mad Book

My brother is writing a book, the maddest ever made.

In this idyllic glade.

When people don’t understand something they say it must be art.

A million for a bad photocopy, where do you start?

People pay a fortune for rubbish, that’s not art, that’s fashion, a fickle jade.

A mistake a person made.

So my brother could present his book as art, its not science, sure as Hell.

Would you fall for it?

Oh well.

Tich Ennis

28th May, 2018

Shame

You can’t be ashamed of what you didn’t do, if I give you responsibility its up to you.

Life is nearly over, time flew.

Now and then I write a line or two.

What rhymes with zoo?

Now and then the sky is blue.

Tich Ennis

28th March, 2018

Machines

We’re all going to be replaced by machines.

Is this what life means?

I’m not a machine I said to my brother, you are he said.

He should know, he’s dead.

Tich Ennis

23rd March, 2018

Explainer

I think what this poem means is I don’t know.

Should I explain before I go?

You have a brain you know.

I told you so.

Tich Ennis

12th March, 2018

Nothing To Do

I write because I have nothing to do.

The sky is black, not blue.

Its night time, nothing good on the radio.

So I write, goodnight.

Will I ever get things sorted out, find out what its all about?

Trying to make sense of it all, that’s what I do and am doing.

A cause worth pursuing.

I’d rather write in hope and be considered a dope, I have plenty of scope.

I hang about not on a rope.

So I write these words instead of being dead.

The purpose of life is to find the purpose of life amid the strife.

That’s life.

Tich Ennis

5th February, 2018