Category Archives: Deity

Solution

Concepts are converging, so a Russian scientist said.

Things are mighty complex, will I know before I’m dead?

The Devil has been described as the master of confusion.

String theory is a ball of twine, just another illusion.

The theory of everything, when will it emerge?

Oh my God simplicity, towards thee I ever urge.

When theory and practice are one in one place then and only then are we in a state of grace.

Human race wash your face.

Tich Ennis

3rd October, 2017

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Answer

Is God the answer to my problems or is he the cause?

Do I defy all known laws?

How come everything is problematic, is the answer in my attic?

It appears doing things is easy, why is finding out how such a slog?

Ireland is one seventh bog.

This pilgrim’s progress is a mess.

If I keep going I will find out how.

I am my own God anyhow.

Back to the grindstone now.

One thing, go to source.

You’ll find the answer there of course.

Tich Ennis

27th September, 2017

Strange Prayer

I’d have to be better than God to give up smoking.

Only joking.

I am pretty old but I haven’t given up yet.

Living that is, and the old wine cup, you bet.

Alright, beer, or as I call it, stout.

Am I found out?

Lord make me good but not yet was Saint Augustine’s prayer.

Before he became a saint, I am not there.

To be smoke free would improve my financial position.

Otherwise I am in good condition.

Heal thyself, physician.

To give up would make one or two people glad.

And I would be less mad.

Not bad.

If God is doing the right thing then its up to me.

The rest is history.

Or should I say the past.

I was a trawler fisherman, my years before the mast.

I end in inconsequentiality.

Wait and see.

Tich Ennis

12th September, 2017

Game

Playing hide and seek with God, will I ever find him?

My turn, your turn, my turn again, he’s crying, don’t you mind him.

Blind man’s buff, that other game, find although you’re blind.

Guess who, its you, the other guy, oh no, oh me, oh my.

Tip and tig, an Irish jig, who will be caught out?

Oh God you’re there oh do I care, turn and turn about.

Will you catch me, will I catch you, I’ve had the measles, caught the ‘flu, spent days and nights in bed.

When I play a game I know I am alive not dead.

If you don’t catch me I’ll catch you instead.

Tich Ennis

10th September, 2017

Oh Soul

Does my soul matter to anyone except me, and God, the ultimate mystery?

I pour my soul into my writing, poetry, rhymes and what have you, a pot pourri, an Irish stew.

Is my soul immortal in any sense at all, am I talking to the wall?

The soul according to the ancient Greeks is where we feel and give expression to love, there’s more to say, I could go on for weeks.

A soul, one tattered remnant, I offer up to you.

How will I end this rhyme, I haven’t got a clue.

Over to you.

Tich Ennis

5th September, 2017

Some Things

We are vehicles for the truth.

I was told that in my youth.

I thought I don’t know the truth, perhaps I will when I am older.

I was shy, now I am bolder.

To me the truth was something said in words, now I know its what you do.

Words can be untrue.

I love words, I could read when I was three.

But I could not understand, that’s me.

I meant to say some things the Brother said.

Maybe I will before I’m dead.

I believe what you do not what you say an old man said.

I take his words as read.

Tich Ennis

3rd September, 2017

Wonder

Has it all been done before and said before and if so why say it again anymore?

Not all people seem to know or have heard the word, including me, I agree.

Truth is free.

In every age we rant and rage and fill a page.

We seek a sage.

The old is new and new is old, a neverending story told.

We wonder why we live and die and laugh and cry.

Beneath the sky.

So do I.

Tich Ennis

17th August, 2017