Category Archives: God

The Poor And Injustice

The poor should not be crucified, why are they poor?

How long must injustice endure?

Don’t say its all their fault, life is a trial.

Would you help an old lady across a style?

I helped an old lady across a street and she prayed for me all the way over.

That was long ago, Very Lynn might have been singing the White Cliffs of Dover.

Some are beggars because of drugs, thrown out of house and home.

Others fell on hard times, some have a mobile phone.

The poor are the same as you and me but they have less money.

Being poor is not funny.

How would you like to die in a ditch?

It doesn’t often happen to the rich.

Tuppence hapenny looking down on twopence, gimme a break.

For God’s sake.

I certainly don’t want change at the point of a gun.

Guns are not fun.

Good luck everyone.

Tich Ennis

28th July, 2018

Advertisements

Christ Talks

Passerby: Hi Christ. Someone said you are the son of God. What are you doing here?

Christ: I’m flogging bibles.

Passerby: They haven’t been written yet. Aren’t you being a bit premature?

Christ: A bit previous. A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

Passerby: I’ll put my name down for one.

Christ: Sign here. A first edition is a good investment. You could flog it at Sotheby’s.

Passerby: If I’m around that long. Is it readable?

Christ: It took ten years to write and would probably take the same amount of time to read.

Passerby: That’s very funny.

Christ: Not if you wrote the book.

Passerby: It will give people something to swear on and at and throw at people, anyway.

Christ: A best seller.

Passerby: And I thought you were just a waste of space.

Christ: Wait for the Hollywood epic.

Passerby: You’ve seen the film, now read the book.

Christ: Dance to the musical.

Passerby: You are a man before your time.

Christ: A man out of time.

Passerby: Whatever that means.

Christ: Gutenberg, thou should’st be living at this hour.

Passerby: I’ll wait for the audio version.

Christ: That’s me. Born before TV.

Passerby: If you had an air to that you could sing it.

Christ: I’ll be on my way.

Passerby: Mine too.

Christ: It’s a rocky road.

Passerby: You can say that again.

Christ: And again and again and again.

Passerby: Where does this road lead?

Christ: Where indeed.

Passerby: You’re a bit of a poet.

Christ: Don’t I know it.

Passerby: Sayonara, Japanese for goodbye.

Christ: Au revoir, until we meet again.

(Both figures depart. The End.)

Tich Ennis

26th July, 2018

 

Mentioning God

The world is made by people, the Earth is made by God.

We call Ireland the ould sod.

The world has walls and wars and borders and barriers, man made.

The Earth has Sun and showers and daylight and shade.

God favours virtue, we don’t follow his advice.

When it comes to the point we choose vice.

Cheer up, it might not happen, it already has said some lad.

Oh well, what the Hell, who is sane and who is mad?

Apparently in this world God is a dirty word.

How far have we travelled from the sublime to the absurd?

Oh love, oh truth, oh common sense.

Who worships in thy name, who sits on the fence?

Far be it from me to say I’m any better.

I mean this poem to the last letter.

What have I achieved, to what do I aspire?

Something higher.

Tich Ennis

20th July, 2018

Plan

Has God a plan for me?

If he has it is yet to be.

I sing God’s fame but do not use his name.

The name unspoken.

Heartbroken.

Shall my and his hour come round at last?

I am a blast from the past.

A golden oldie, rather mouldy.

I must put myself aside, God died.

Have I failed or never tried?

Has God committed suicide?

Then I’m on my own.

Alone.

Man who never was speak through me.

Eternity.

Infinity is no small thing.

Let your voice ring.

My voice is small.

Why speak at all?

I know I must.

Before I return to dust.

I am made of mud and stars and so are you.

Who seeks the true?

I do.

For you.

Before we kill the Earth and God and all.

I love life that’s why I speak at all.

One voice however small.

Hear the call.

You are not alone after all.

I end my rhyme.

See you next time.

I often end with a joke.

Sorry I spoke.

I mean my word.

Let the dead man’s voice be heard.

Tich Ennis

30th June, 2018

The Right Thing To Do

If you dismiss the world as rubbish is that the right thing to do?

I say no, do you?

Its not all bad, somewhere there is gold.

Dig deep and you will find wealth untold.

What to do with all the rubbish, all the spoil?

Evidence of toil.

Produce less, or none at all.

God save us all.

Make something of it, something worthwhile.

Beneath the grass you too will lie after a while.

Tich Ennis

28th June, 2018

God Says Do

So I write to you.

But what good do words do?

Between me and you.

Some find comfort in a song.

Where do I belong?

How can I be so wrong?

I love words when they are good.

Perhaps a joke, touch wood.

Are my words made of mud?

After the flood.

Its better to be doing something than nothing, so they say.

Passing time away.

What have I to say?

Not much today.

God, what should I do?

Talk to you.

So I do.

I’m trying to find out what its all about.

When I find out I’ll let you know.

So on I go.

I’ll give you a clue.

Its up to you.

Me too.

Tich Ennis

21st June, 2018

God’s Prayer

May people stop killing themselves with kindness and making themselves obese.

May Tich Ennis stop smoking and bring about world peace.

May common sense take over and cease from being rare.

May unjustly locked up prisoners be freed to breathe fresh air.

May a miracle happen and peace and love ensue.

May people believe and put in practice what is true.

I have other things to do.

Tich Ennis

15th June, 2018