Category Archives: State Of Grace

Knowall

Is God a knowall or does he exist at all?

No one likes a knowall, he shoves facts in your face.

He knows better he puts you down he is a disgrace.

God, on the other hand, is a mystery man.

Find out for yourself, that’s his plan.

He is self effacing to a fault.

Someday I may break into his vault.

Tich Ennis

5th April, 2018

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Brighter

There are always people brighter than you.

What to do?

Be you.

Tich Ennis

28th February, 2018

The Question

My best friend Michael O’Brien said I will be famous after I’m dead.

He died first, instead.

Do I want fame for myself, no.

The truth comes dropping slow.

I want what everyone wants but hardly dares to expect.

World peace, an end to war and argument as you might suspect.

I write my words, they say the same.

Allow children play a game.

Maybe Michael’s right, may my words be true.

I want a perfect world for you.

How about me too?

A perfect world requires perfected people, they are rare.

The burning question, do you care?

Tich Ennis

2nd February, 2018

Life

If you’re before your time you’re too early and too late too late.

I don’t believe in fate.

Play the hand life dealt you, no cheating, play it well.

Take your time, consider things, you are one step from Hell.

Things are never quite as bad as they seem, wake up from a bad dream.

Possibly you win, possibly you lose, does it really matter, your choice is yours to choose.

Practice makes perfect when you care.

Fame is neither here nor there.

Tich Ennis

10th January, 2018

Anonymous Letter

I am who you don’t know but I know you.

I saw you through the keyhole too.

Be not afraid, I shall not spill the beans.

Do it yourself by all means.

Headlines in the paper inches high.

People will know your name before you die.

In the meantime carry on.

I’m watching you, I’m here, I’m gone.

Tich Ennis

27th December, 2017

Abandoned Child

Unwanted gift.

Will this child get short shrift?

In swaddling clothes and a free manger.

Deposited by a stranger.

Delivered to the door.

Do you want more?

Another mouth to feed.

How do they breed?

Children in need.

He will grow up to be a man, if allowed.

Who wants his shroud?

Rain brings flowers from every cloud.

Baby, baby cutchy coo.

Is that you?

Happy Christmas too.

Tich Ennis

12th December, 2017

Memo

I haven’t been happy with your work lately. I prefer to smile.

Its been a while.

Perfection is hard to attain.

I know that, do you?

Me too.

It is worth the pain.

There is much to gain.

You may not seek my approval.

Are you ready for removal?

God knows I’m a patient man.

At least I think I am.

To end my report, must do better.

Don’t cry when you read this letter.

I’ll see you in my office after work.

May I quote Edmund Burke?

I may, and many others too.

Do Shakespeare’s words mean anything to you?

To be or not to be and so on.

Mull over my words, I won’t go on and on.

See you later on.

Tich Ennis

7th December, 2017