Tag Archives: God


God has no ego, so I hear.

Maybe I will lose mine next year.

I come from a particular time and place.

Sometimes my fellow countrymen are a disgrace.

I cannot say I am without sin, that would be a lie.

If you had been me you would have done the same as I.

However, that was not to be.

You are you and I am me.

The past is history, it cannot be undone.

Some of it was fun.

The future has begun.

Tich Ennis

Monday, 27th July, 2020


Who are the people who bother to try to understand?

Is this what God planned?

Is it written in the sand?

The more you know someone said Muslims say the closer you are to God, I say the more you understand.

God is understanding, which is another name for love.

Heavens above.

Understanding is not grandstanding.

Maybe someday I will understand.


Do I take anything seriously?

I do and I don’t.

Will I get it right?

I will and I won’t.

It won’t be for lack of trying.

Living is dying.

When I understand I will share it with you.

Its about being true.

Tich Ennis

Sunday, 26th July, 2020

How I Know

God keeps kicking me in the balls. That’s how I know there is a God. I said that to someone, he laughed. How does God kick me in the balls? Things don’t work out as planned, promises made are broken, words are not spoken. Alright, I have other reasons for believing in God which I won’t go into here. Life? I will go on until the bitter end. Possibly it won’t be bitter, it hasn’t happened yet. Hence these words. I am alive, very much so.

My ambition is to write like an angel, never writing or speaking or doing anything that would harm a child in any respect. That ambition is unrealised but not unrealisable. The very first words here prove my ambition is not yet realised, achieved. May I apologise to all the children in the world, read Winnie The Pooh, which was read to me as an innocent child. I and innocence are long since separated although I am approaching or may have already arrived at my second childhood.

In all innocence may I say I have nothing to say. With some exceptions. How may I regain my innocence in this vale of tears? Its not for want of trying. If I could prove to you there is a God, as real as my sense of humour, as large as life and twice as natural, beyond the shadow of a doubt, God being truth, much ignored and treated as non-existent, a thing of nothing, and what’s more, an entity, then what?

Unfortunately as an imperfect human being I cannot prove the existence of perfection but, as I said, I will die trying. Not yet. Possibly with my last gasp I will reveal the truth. Wait and see. And hear. I’m sorry to keep you waiting. Patience. It’s a virtue. Virtue is in short supply. If you have to ask you can’t afford it. Is life a price worth paying? There’s nothing else worth having. This has become a bit rambly.

I am made of my past, sins and all. Of omission and commission. Looking forward to the future. What else is there to look forward to? I have not achieved perfection. Join the club. When I achieve perfection I will write the perfect piece of writing, perfection will have arrived. Await the day. I hope neither you nor I must wait much longer.

How long is a piece of string? It depends where you cut it. If you get there first let me know.

Here’s hoping.

Tich Ennis

Thursday, 23rd July, 2020


Alone unhonoured and unsung.

I speak a foreign tongue.

Conas ta tu Glocamorra?

Did the invaders say sorry?

We look forward to a bright tomorrow.

Eternal peace, an end to sorrow.

An Irish king fell out of favour with the locals and invited the English in to help him, they stayed.

They did not like the way we prayed.

They left some good stuff behind them, built for themselves but never mind.

Are the Irish and the English two of a kind?

Neighbours from Hell is a story on TV.

Look around, its history.

We robbed your language, you forced it down our throat.

Why does an English castle have a moat?

Defend yourself against what, or as you might say, whom.

Whoever you are we want breathing room.

Live and let live is my philosophy.

When people don’t the rest is history.

We all have our good points and our bad.

Lets not drive each other mad.

You’re welcome to your queen, long may she live.

Can we find it in our hearts to forgive?

Life goes on in ever changing ways.

We have each other to put up with until the end of days.

God, I write poetry, give me a raise.

You don’t get rich writing poetry a poet said to me, I agree.

I said that to another poet, I asked had he found that too.

He laughed, if you read these words that was you.

Me too.

The English made the zoo.

I end here, it’s a never ending story.

All done in the name of glory.

Pull the other one, its got bells on it.

I don’t believe a bit.

I have been drunk and maybe will be again.

The pages of history are written with a drunken pen.

This poem is not as good as I thought.

You get it free, is it the best thing you ever bought?

For ever read never if you like.

Joe fixed a bike.

Tich Ennis

Wednesday, 15th July, 2020

Late Starter

Words from God are evanescent as the breeze.

That blows through the trees.

Tiger Woods played golf at the age of 8.

He couldn’t wait.

Mozart composed a symphony at the age of 5.

Why am I alive?

I could read at the age of 3.

A girl read younger, so I see.

Old age has caught up with me at last.

Is my life a thing of the past?

I have not breathed my last gasp.

Cleopatra killed herself with an asp.

I’m built to last.

What’s past is passed.

A young guy asked why he didn’t wear a jumper with sleeves on a cold day said people couldn’t see my tattoos.

Your life is what you choose.

This poem appears to be nothing to do with me.

Wait and see.

Tich Ennis

Saturday, 11th July, 2020

Not Perfect

I’m not perfect unfortunately no.

If I was would I tell you so?

I have a way to go.

Perfection is my aim.

Life my game.

We are all more or less the same.

I strive while I am alive.

God is giving me some time.

Oh yes you too.

The Devil is the master of confusion and delusion.

Let me not be a fool.

In life’s school.

The golden rule.

May my aim be true.

And you.

I love you too.

Tich Ennis

Saturday, 11th July, 2020


I have a theory for what its worth.

How we got here on Earth.

There is a God, he exploded and made all of us.

We made a fuss.

We yearn for unity, perfection, but get in our own way.

That’s more or less all I have to say.

Someday, sometime unity will occur.

There will be no he and her.

There may be no Guinness’s stout.

That’s for me to find out.

Tich Ennis

Monday, 29th June, 2020

Political Correspondents

They explain what a politician means by what he says and why he said it.

You might not understand it when you read it.

But are you meant to understand or is it to pull wool over your eyes?

Do all politicians tell lies?

Possibly there are exceptions but they are few and far between.

Listen to the news, hear what I mean.

In Ireland our parliament is called the Dail.

If you vote for crooks God help us all.

There are people who care.

Are you there?

Tich Ennis

Thursday, 25th June, 2020