Monthly Archives: October 2017

Starting Out

Strange and new.

For you.

Me too.

What to do?

Learn as you go along.

You can’t go wrong.

Watch, look, listen, see.

Ask someone like me.

One who knows.

And will disclose.

That’s how it goes.

You’ll get there if you do.

Me too.

I was and am like you.

I had no clue.

Tich Ennis

30th October, 2017

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The Media

The media take politicians at face value and won’t ask the right question.

What a suggestion!

If your position is illogical, if you lie, who are you, the big I?

You make me cry.

Politicians don’t like being laughed at, held up to ridicule, that’s the golden rule.

Treated as a fool.

If you do that you’ll never talk to them again.

Look after your wallet, hold your pen.

Who’s fooling who, you again.

Out of their own mouths they are condemned said Jesus Christ, he was crucified.

Which politician never lied?

I realise you don’t want to be nailed to a cross, or get shot, that would be no loss.

You don’t give a toss.

Good guys don’t win, there’s no such thing as a free lunch, eat your words you miserable bunch.

Pravda means truth, don’t make me laugh.

Who will sort the wheat from the chaff?

This is just a draft.

Will I write your last will and testament?

“I never said what I meant”.

I see your trick.

You make us sick.

We are not thick.

Go ahead, put yourself first.

You’re on the game, you meet the worst.

You’re in the game, you play it too.

Monkey in the zoo.

The world is the way it is because of people like you.

Ones who don’t care.

You’re there.

The news is fake, you’re on the make.

It’s the world we live in, must it be this way?

What do words say?

Truth to tell we live in Hell.

Exceptions are very, very rare.

So there.

Remember the word care?

How it looks or how it is, politics, the news, showbiz.

Razmatazz and all that jazz.

I want the real thing, I am not alone.

You chill me to the bone.

Yours faithfully, war correspondent.

At least I said what I meant.

Tich Ennis

28th October, 2017

Not Gay

If a man talks to another man it doesn’t mean he’s gay.

He may just want to punch him or say have a nice day.

My brother asked a man what he called his dog he said sod off.

Without an embarassed cough.

A girl at a dance asked a guy his name he said sexy she said that’s an unusual name.

My brother could have said the same.

If a man is friendly to you he may want to bum a cigarette.

I said that to someone I met.

Or he met me while I had a cup of tea.

He went off empty handed that time maybe thinking I’m a swine.

By and large it depends on people’s manner.

Not every mechanic wields a spanner.

A friend of mine was rolled while drunk.

Drunk as a skunk.

People take advantage of the good side of your nature if you have one of those.

Some wear good clothes.

Not all, neither be a cynic nor a fool.

Did you learn anything at school?

I thought I might say something here about the past because I’m old.

Some stories beg to be told.

In the old days we knew how to walk and talk except maybe when leaving the pub at closing time.

History in this rhyme.

I once stepped over six bodies on my short way home.

Here in my native land, not ancient Rome.

Not dead but sleepeth as I read on a tombstone.

While I’m at it may I say how sad it is to defile the good word gay.

Once it meant children at play.

That was another day.

Drink is a good man’s failing as I said somehere, not here.

I know why people go on the beer.

Imperfection gets them down.

So they go on the town.

That’s my theory for what its worth.

Fellow residents of planet Earth.

Tich Ennis

28th October, 2017

Long Poem

Well, long for me.

No one does.

Do you agree?

I am not beer but I am here.

I disappear.

Should I say more?

I have the floor.

No wish to bore.

I bear in mind your short attention span.

So goodbye, I am a man.

Tich Ennis

28th October, 2017

Joke

Take me seriously though I joke.

I am the proverbial pig in a poke.

Yours for free, believe me.

Many a true word is said in jest, it’s the good humour test.

I have no wish to confuse, can white boys sing the blues?

If it wasn’t for bad luck I’d have no luck at all says an old blues song.

A joke is taking right for wrong.

The other way around as well.

Selling Heaven, buying Hell.

Oh well.

I see the funny side of things.

Jokers beat kings.

Tich Ennis

27th October, 2017

Great Irish Singer Requires Agent

Do you sincerely want to be rich? You have heard of John McCormac, Brendan Bowyer and Bono. They are not all dead, or not quite. How would ten to twenty per cent grab you?

Only music lovers need apply. Age, gender, nationality and experience no disadvantage. Agents should have no ego, I have enough for two. Internet and social media savvy needed in this day and age.

What do I want? Physical cd sales, also downloads for my album Great Irish Songs mastered by BeardFire Music of Dublin. Rohan Healy of BeardFire said this:

           All in all I think it’s sound really good, the performances are lovely, great song selection. Has the feeling of sitting around the kitchen singing the great old songs, very nice.

                   Local people to whom I have sold or given away my cd have said they like or love it. Ordinary type people, the majority!

What is an agent? What does an agent do? See this, off the internet:

https://www.careersinmusic.com/personal-manager/

A small record label anywhere in the world is preferred by me because more approachable and personable. I like the personal touch, all the way.

I am 76 years old, a unique selling point (USP), new kid on the block. There are forty million Americans of Irish descent, a large market. But not only Irish people like Irish stuff, how about James Joyce or President Kennedy? Sinead O’Connor?

Here are 3 tracks from my 34 track Great Irish Songs album. You be the judge.

Cockles And Mussels         Phil The Fluter’s Ball

About Tich Ennis

Would you like to be my agent? Write to:

Tich Ennis

Reality

Seaview Avenue

Arklow

Co. Wicklow

Ireland

Tich Ennis

26th October, 2017

Fan Letter

Upheavals everywhere.

Its in the air.

The authorities clamp down.

Freedom is out of town.

Even Fats Domino is down.

If I see eighty-nine will I be free?

And others along with me.

We’ll see.

Blue Monday, Blueberry Hill, I remember them still.

Happiness is not dead, it never goes away.

Its here to stay.

Why look the other way?

We have our music, all the same.

Fats Domino, I’m glad you came.

Tich Ennis

25th October, 2017