Category Archives: Wilful Blindness

Show Me

I don’t like being told what to think I once said.

I prefer to be alive than dead.

I may agree with you when you agree with me.

I discuss with Plato over a cup of tea.

You may be convinced you are right I am not.

You dogmatic fool stop talking rot!

What everyone knows is wrong, don’t follow the herd.

You are your own man or woman don’t be absurd.

What is popular is not always wrong, Susan Boyle can sing a song.

What is popular is not always right, many drugs and madnesses are popular, goodnight.

You recognise the truth when you hear it you know.

It is not true because a person told you so.

Who owns your brain, your mind?

I say you do, I am not the dictator kind.

The truth is there for you to find.

Where, in you and I hope, me too.

Should animals be in a zoo?

Don’t tell me, show me, that is what it means to teach.

In a mad world sanity is within reach.

It is a pity obvious things need to be said.

When you are alive you are not dead.

Be alive to the new, the old, the true.

Then you are you.

Alive too.

Search and find peace of mind.

When you stop learning you are dead.

A wise man said.

Its hard to say a lot in a few words, but I try.

Maybe I’ll get it right before I die.

Ask the greatest question, why.

Understanding comes to those who try.

Goodbye.

Tich Ennis

13th July, 2018

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Whisper

What can I say that has not been said, before I’m dead?

Nothing very much it seems.

I whisper to you in your dreams.

I am the world you’re wishing for, hopefully not bloodstained war.

I am hope and peace and love, above the battlefield a dove.

Someday you may come to me and I to you, the blind may see.

I believe, I am not one.

I am many, look, no gun.

The way of peace is brave and true.

I am ignored, are you?

Do what you must do.

Be as you must be.

Leave the rest to me.

Tich Ennis

5th July, 2018

Children

Tich Ennis

5th June, 2018

As soon as they can talk they start telling you what to do, do you?

They also learn to walk, is that all they ever learn?

They and you must earn.

Are you good with children or do you like children to be good with you, who knows what to do.

Should they be seen and not heard, noisy squealers, I can’t hear a word.

How do you like children, boiled or fried?

Born every year in an unceasing tide.

They go through the gamut of emotions in a day, an hour.

I was a child, I am a wilted flower.

Must I say everything about children in one poem, they have their charm in small doses.

Your life is not your own with them, I’ll take halitosis.

Tich Ennis

5th June, 2018

 

Objective

To be objective about yourself is not easy, so ask others.

Leave out mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers.

Ask the queen, the pope, choose your own guru.

Don’t ask you.

If you want to embark on a course of self improvement ask others what about you most needs to be improved.

Will their answer leave you unmoved?

I myself bought a guitar.

So far I have not got far.

It remains in its case.

Is that a smile on your face?

Tich Ennis

4th June, 2018