Tag Archives: God

Medal

I am a medal on God’s lapel.

The Devil wears one in Hell.

Won in battle, fight and win.

Let war begin.

Whatever happens I am on the winning side.

At least the loser tried.

Tich Ennis

Sunday, 22nd September, 2019

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Possible Goodbye

I am considering deactivating my WordPress blog and my Facebook account. Why? Because I am also considering putting some of my stuff for sale as an e-book on Kindle Direct, which does not accept anything available elsewhere free unless also free on their platform. I may never get around to that.

The mills of God grind slowly but they grind exceeding sure, it has been said. It is also said that the Devil is the master of confusion. If so, he is doing a good job.

An e-book must be formatted properly, which mine is not.   This fabled book, what is it called? Arklow Voice. I have sold and given away some copies on paper, all contents being currently on both my blog and Facebook. Amazon have no objection to an author selling an e-book in paper form.

Is the labourer worthy of his hire? Should a writer be paid for his stuff? Preferably yes. See my overdrawn credit card.

This may or may not work, of course. The internet is not infallible. Nor am I a good foot-in-the-door salesman.

If it makes no difference whatever I will then reactivate my blog and Facebook. Many happy returns.

In the event that these things come to pass I will say au revoir. That time is not yet. We swim in shark infested waters. I will pay no one to do my work for me. (See credit card).

If my book becomes available as an e-book it will be cheap but not free, like a cup of tea.

That’s me.

Tich Ennis

Wednesday, 18th September, 2019

 

Confession

My poems are as good as I am and I am not much good.

I would be better if I could.

My psyche is a mystery to me.

Its there for all to see.

Humility is the greatest virtue, I have it in spades.

Beware of alligators in the Everglades.

I said that to make a rhyme, I make sense from time to time.

My story is my story, however tall.

If I am God I forgive myself, that’s all.

Tich Ennis

Sunday, 25th August, 2019

Path

Everyone has their own path to trod to or from God.

My path is not lonely I am not only.

I won’t name names here.

Who buys me a beer?

What do you mean there is no God, how do you know?

You told yourself so.

You say and do what suits you.

Some who say they believe would shoot you.

They don’t believe in my God.

Who am I, a drunken sod.

By and large I have given up drink.

I think.

Tich Ennis

27th July, 2019