Monthly Archives: November 2019

One Man

Can one man save the world, woman if you prefer.

A perfect him or her.

Primarily our problems are due to self harm.

Would I leave you the farm?

Something funny happened the other day.

Allow me have my say.

How can I say it in rhyme?

Give me time.

My phone ran out of charge, I said why is nothing perfect, Pat was there, at large.

He said that’s the world, the universe.

He does not curse.

I said have you been all over it, he said yes.

Once he allowed me credit for a pint, why is anybody’s guess.

Various things happened yesterday with which I won’t bother you today.

The search for perfection, the holy grail, find it without fail.

Maybe in jail.

The kingdom of Heaven is within, I have drunk gin.

I tried a lot things when young, sometimes I wish I had bit my tongue.

I said things I wish I had not said.

I may do that again before I’m dead.

If that one man is you, come to our rescue.

You know what to do.

I wish I was like you.

As for me I haven’t got a clue.

I am one man, that’s all I have to say.

On my way.

Put not your faith in man, have faith in you.

I drink too.

Again we come around to that one man.

I’ll do it if I can.

Tich Ennis

Saturday, 30th November, 2019


November 28, 2019

May a sane voice in a mad world be heard?

Would you believe a word?

The speaker himself may have eccentricities, who has not in times like these?

Possibly an addiction or two, does this sound like you?

In this age its mad to be true.

Why do Irish people pretend to be morons, I thought I’d throw that in.

I know them best, being Irish is my original sin.

If I was from another land I would not say everything is grand.

Universal foolishness is the equality of our time.

End of rhyme.

Tich Ennis

Thursday, 28th November, 2019


I have dry day shoes and wet day shoes, my dry day shoes are more comfortable, they have a hole.

A hole in the sole.

I consider before going out will there be puddles about.

I make my decision, put on whichever shoes and then go out.

That’s what life is all about.

Tich Ennis

Sunday, 24th November, 2019

Strange Age

We live in a strange age. Writing doesn’t need to be interesting and music doesn’t need to be good. Why is that? I feel like using bad language here, imagine it for yourself. I have no clue.

Some Irish woman writer said when she’s writing a book she doesn’t know what’s going to happen next. Neither do I. Have you your life all planned out? How boring! We all remember Spike Milligan. I have no plan so nothing can go wrong.

When did music go bad? A friend said 1982, the year my mother died. She was a music teacher, although neither he nor I associated those things. At least not then. My friend is dead so I can’t ask for further elucidation.

We all recognise the real thing when we see it, but why so sparingly, so infrequently?   When I was young there was great music all the time, Blue Suede Shoes, You Ain’t Nothing But A Hound Dog, Great Balls Of Fire. The Clancy Brothers, The Dubliners. Everyone is said to like most the music they heard between the ages of fifteen and twenty, but it was the best said my friend. The Everly Brothers, Buddy Holly. The day the music died.

I know a stray good piece emerges now and then, Nothing Compares To You, Sinead O’Connor, but ****** hardly ever.   Why is mediocrity valued?   Is that the best you can do, you pansies?  Quote from a film, Sin City, pretty good and not made in those dear dead days beyond recall.

Would you know good stuff if it bit you in the I’m not supposed to say that. I agree I’m old but this is a bit much, or little if you prefer. I don’t. Get a life. The age of anger, fake news, a field day for propagandists and spin doctors. Liars in charge. And voted for. Fantasy and Illusion. Give me the real thing. Does anything work or anybody? Yes, some, the others call them fools.

You make your bed, lie on it. A bed of nails. Some young people give me hope.   Not the publicity mongers and shout hounds. They are the exceptions. Look at the world they live in! How to have values in a valueless world. The man who never made a mistake never made anything. Learn from your mistakes, do it right next time. Preferably learn from others’ mistakes, not to do it that way. That saves you time. Time is life, your life. Fly the flag for the real, the genuine.

This age is a stranger to the truth.

Put up with being called a fool in a foolish world. Be yourself.

Now over to you.

Tich Ennis

Sunday, 24th November, 2019


Professors speak very well about politics, economics, the environment and what have you.

That proves everyone should be a professor, that’s my point of view.

They speak without bias and are not one-sided or anything like that.

Ask them about care and maintenance of a cat.

Engage brain before opening mouth.

Years of study, care and thought are largely absent, North and South.

At least think sometime.

An unused brain is a crime.

And waste of time.

You may go through life without a thought in your head.

In that case you are already dead.

A fool with a PhD is still a fool you say to me.

Choose your professor selectively.

Like the BBC.

Allow the voice of sanity prevail.

A Manx cat has no tail.

It makes a pleasant change to hear some common sense.

It not completely dead, its not past tense.

Who professes the truth to you?

I do.

Tich Ennis

Saturday, 23rd November, 2019