Tag Archives: Learning

Explain

Explain the world to me or must I explain?

Gaining understanding gives me pain.

The answer is in the question.

Teachers bridle at that suggestion.

Ask the perfect question, perfectly framed.

Simplicity is for what the great are famed.

Ask, but who to ask, yourself, that is your task.

Seek and you shall find said someone, never mind.

Untie the ties that bind.

You have a mouth and ears and eyes.

Use them to make a body wise.

The ties of ignorance are chains, cut loose.

Remove your gag and blindfold, what’s the use?

I speak to those with ears to hear.

The undiscovered country is right here.

Meanwhile I drink beer.

So it is down to me to explain.

Oh life, oh pain.

When you know the pain will disappear.

There is not far from here.

How may I make it clear?

I shed a tear.

What’s another year in jail, in Hell?

A year too much, free me from this cell.

So I explain, the key is you.

You know what to do.

I do too.

Explain.

An end to pain.

Explain.

Explain.

Explain.

Tich Ennis

1st September, 2018

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Help Me

I wish I had someone to do for me the things I need to do.

How about you?

Do you feel the same way too?

Look in the mirror, enjoy the view.

Here’s talking to you, prodigal son.

Who else will do it, you are the only one.

Tough luck, that’s how the mop flops, be your slave.

Fortune favours the brave.

A little help, a word or two from someone who has been there before means a lot to me.

I will get it done when you and I agree.

Someone asked do I want to be famous well not really, no.

I appreciate appreciation, I should start before I go.

Tell me something I don’t know.

I wait to hear from a man called Joe.

Finding how is hard I said before.

Repeating yourself is a bore.

I won’t say more.

Tich Ennis

31st August, 2018

Memory

When tears come unbidden and grief can’t be hidden.

Life goes on, take refuge in a song.

A period of contemplation.  Never again.  Consternation.

It is, it was, it will not be.

Life’s history.

Sadness for what is gone.

Life goes on.

Still, memory is there.

And always will be for those who care.

Memory is in the air.

Tich Ennis

28th July, 2018

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

Stay

I wrote a poem, it was no good, I did not put it up.

Someone might say shut up.

I mean up on my blog for falling off a log.

I sometimes include things people say like nothing would surprise you today.

I have not gone away.

I’m here to stay.

Its always a fight to get things right.

Goodnight.

Tich Ennis

23rd July, 2018

How To Do It

How did you do it? By finding out how.

You know more now.

You would know how to do that sort of thing.

So would you if you did not act like a king.

What do you mean, I am a human being.

You must be humble and admit you don’t know, ask questions, that is the way to go.

Is that what you did, kid?

Yes, until I was blue in the face.

The human race is a disgrace.

Have you learned anything today?

I learned your way.

If I don’t apply, ask why.

Because you are a fool.

Did you learn nothing at school?

How to play the fool.

You learned well, you could have fooled me.

When will you and I agree?

Knowledge is hard earned and learned.

Do not despise the wise.

They were like you, me too.

There are a lot like you.

Waiting for someone to tell them what to do.

Tich Ennis

21st July, 2018

You And I

We are born and then we die.

The stuff of life comes in between.

Maybe an ice cream.

Coffee in a café now and then.

Some are boys and some are men.

Some complain when they’re left out.

What have they to shout about?

Sometimes some come together in bliss.

A kiss.

Then friendship, company and talk.

Some enjoy a hike or walk.

Our stories are all different but start and end the same.

Are you glad you came?

Life may not be without trial.

To say otherwise would be denial.

Are you born to cry or smile?

To get to school I walked a mile.

What price happiness and when?

Now and then.

I lay down my pen.

That’s life, make of it what you may.

Between sunrise and sunset is the day.

Is this okay?

Tich Ennis

18th July, 2018