Category Archives: God

Mercy

At least its not raining, thank God for small mercies.

I don’t need to say so many cursies.

Things could be better, they could be worse.

Will I curse in this verse?

A rude word never passed my lips.

If you believe that you believe a snake has hips.

Tich Ennis

4th November, 2018

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October

Its too hot in the Sun and too cool in the shade.

Is this the best October day God made?

Far be it from me to mock your beliefs if you have any.

Beliefs are two a penny.

Will I vote blasphemy should not be a crime?

Is that a waste of time?

I do not favour insults and put downs.

In the circus watch the clowns.

I met Joe and my brother today and saw no snow.

Pending the penultimate, here I go.

Am I a poet or a holy show?

I don’t know.

Tich Ennis

15th October, 2018

The Cure

To cure the madness of the world is why art is here.

Some go mad, some say God is here.

In a pint of beer.

Look and listen, open your eyes and ears.

What do you see around you, is life full of fears?

A work of art can play its part, with dedication it is made.

Bring art into the light, out of the shade.

Art is seeing, being, doing.

To a lover it is wooing.

What is life without those things?

In my heart music sings.

See what is, see what’s real.

Above all, feel.

This artist delivers to you this pill.

Should I speak from a hill?

A perfect world had we the will.

So why say art is mad?

The world is, the world is sad.

Art exists to make you glad.

Drink in, drink up and take the cure.

A perfect world for rich and poor.

Tich Ennis

10th September, 2018

Presidential Address to the United Nations

There is presently an election for president in the Republic of Ireland, only one candidate so far on the ballot, the present incumbent, who said when he stood seven years ago that he would not stand again. He was a politician, what do they say about politician’s promises?

He also said he was seventy years old, he could not help that. Now he is seventy-seven years old and counting.   Various other candidates have put themselves forward, all of the loony tunes variety. It is not enough to look in the mirror and say you’re great to be worthy of office.

With all due respect may I say it will be a case of voting for the least worst option. In the event of a tragedy in which all Irish people succumb to an unnamed disease except myself I now prepare myself for office as Eddy the Eagle represented Britain in the winter olympics some years ago, no one else having nominated themselves. I too am seventy-seven years old and have seen it all before. I’ve seen the world, I didn’t like it, and I quote. This is all by way of preamble.   As the boy scouts’ motto has it, be prepared. So here I go.

Speech

         My fellow human beings, what is to be human, or indeed to be? The genocidal maniacs among you may have your own answers, don’t all rush. I laugh that I may not weep. The moral high ground is getting overcrowded.

Capitalism is the exploitation of man by man, communism is the other way around. Life is a tale told by an idiot signifying nothing, don’t quote me on that. Man’s inhumanity to man. The remarkable equanimity with which we greet the misfortune of others. Power comes out of the barrel of a gun. All utopias end in dictatorship. All revolutions evaporate leaving behind only the slime of their bureaucracy.

It has all been said before but no one listened. Don’t confuse me with the facts. There’s no such thing as a free lunch. What are the lessons of history? History is written by the victors, and is written in blood. Who are the good guys?

Evil was vanquished, good triumphed and they all lived happily ever after, that is the meaning of fiction. A diplomat is a man sent abroad to lie for his country. Is mutual self interest enough to be going on with? What about the planet? Hows about that there then?   They knocked down Paradise and put up a parking lot.

Who has the answer? What is the answer? What was the question? As the only living Irishman may I ask this question, did I vote for myself? If so, I am not alone. One among many. We live in an age in which perception is treated as more important than reality. What else is new? Realpolitik means the reality behind the well practised smiles. The way things really are, you all know what I mean. I believe what you do not what you say.

Self preservation is said to be the strongest instinct, but what of the love of a mother for her child? Some sacrifice themselves for others, not all is lost. Some give their lives.

Its better to be a live coward than a dead hero. When a gun is pointed at you, you don’t argue. Not if you want to stay alive, which is the wish of all of us. Some rule by terror. You know who you are.

Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose, freedom don’t mean nothing if it ain’t free, and I misquote. Why are some words banned and illegal more or less everywhere?   What are you afraid of? That the others, the broad masses of the people are like you?

If you can’t beat them join them. I do not agree. Are things the way they are because that’s how people want them to be?   No. And you know it.   Who’s fooling who?

There are great scientific and medical advances and also in the weapons of warfare. Science is neither good nor bad, it depends what purpose it serves. That is a matter of choice, the choice of a human. What is good and bad? You know without being told. Is war ever good? Does the end justify the means? I say no, but who am I to speak? Power for its own sake is corrupt and corrupting. Anything for its own sake is bad. Also mad.

Power maniacs make life a misery for others, as can be seen and heard when the truth is allowed to be spoken. Which is not everywhere. As you well know. Shut up and eat your bun.

Fine words butter no parsnips. Actions speak louder than words. By their works shall ye know them, and we do.

It has all been said before and I say it again. Here goes nothing. You win some, you lose some. It cannot be said often enough that repeating yourself is boring. Ask a parrot. There are many, many in human form.

I know you all know you are important, you make that very clear. More important than others? No. I don’t like to disillusion you, but we should not live in illusion. Illusions are false, not true, lies. You are not more important than others, the same, no more or less. That’s all.   Nor is your country nor mine. I believe in equality, do you? Don’t answer that, your belief is proved by your actions.

When we stop putting ourselves first the world’s problems will be solved. Live and let live, let that be your motto.

You know all this already. It’s a well kept secret. The secret everyone knows.   Waiting to be spoken. Waiting to be told. Now it has been.

Don’t say I didn’t tell you. That’s telling you.

Go back to your luxury embassies and ponder my words. You have ears to hear and a mouth to speak, which is more than some people are allowed.   If you want a better world make it better. Start at home. But don’t finish there. Allow people to be themselves.

That would be a start.

You have to start somewhere.

I end. An end to illusion. No more heroes. No more lies. Peace and justice for all. Let’s not live in fantasy.

I choose reality. Pray to the God of your choice. May he forgive you. A deathbed repentance is too little, too late.

At long last love.

More later.

Tich Ennis

23rd August, 2018

 

 

 

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

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