Author Archives: kestrelridge

Creature

I am a creature of my time and place, I have a handsome face.

So a woman said to me as I passed by, who am I to disagree, who am I?

My time is all time that went before and youth and age, do I bore?

My place is here, stick in the mud, I travelled, I have Irish blood.

So there you have it, God’s child speaks, holidays in how many weeks?

So I may have asked at school in endless time, was I a fool?

Time goes faster when you’re old, but I don’t care, my story told.

I am not sure quite what I am.

Frankly, I don’t give a damn.

Clark Gable said that before me in the most popular film in history.

Until Star Wars came along, I saw that too, another song.

I like art of almost every kind.

Simple things are best, I find.

Tich Ennis

10th December, 2017

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Ballbreaker

God keeps kicking me in the balls or is it the other fellow?

Have I a streak down my back of vivid yellow?

I never really expect anything much, I sure don’t get it.

I lay in bed as a child and wet it.

Now in later life I have no wife.

If I had how would she put up with me?

Patron saint of lost causes, rescue me.

Some few like what I do.

Do you?

A lonely soul struggling to be true.

I apologise for using a coarse word.

Its not the worst I ever heard.

That word is synonymous with bravery.

I’ll have a cup of tea.

Should I end here or say so many promises are broken?

I speak a truth unspoken.

Where is Hoboken?

I do my best all the time.

Am I guilty of a crime?

Kafka instructed that all his work be burned.

I am the worm who turned.

No, I don’t want my stuff to go up in smoke.

I don’t want my life to be a dirty joke.

Self-pity is despicable, I know that too.

I’ll get over it, will you?

Believe me I pity all of you.

I have more or less run out of tears in my advanced years.

Against all odds I have one more thing to say, to turn night into day.

This dope has hope.

Tich Ennis

10th December, 2017

Poster Boy

Poster designed by me not printed yet.

CD not duplicated yet.

Its coming, like Christmas.

Book ready in small quantities.

We can but try, Tich Ennis, 9th December, 2017

Extremism

Extremists wear any cloak, they never smile, they never joke.

In the name of what is best they kill the rest.

Nationalism, ideology and other codology it kills you and your child too.

More deadly than the Asian flu.

What the Hell is religion for, to bring us hate and death and war?

How about love one another and everyone and all God made?

You live in shadow and in shade.

Is God a God of peace or what, you believe a lot of rot.

We believe what you do not what you say, Satan, Satan go away.

Allow a child to play.

Tich Ennis

9th December, 2017

Latest Fashion

God is out of fashion because God is truth.

Fashion is a fickle jade, it corrupts our youth.

Who wants the latest thing, who rejects the old?

Who says only new is good, who says a child is bold?

Who says it makes no difference, who says it doesn’t matter?

Who says its no one’s fault the obese are getting fatter?

The same ones who hate free speech, they hate freedom too.

Its never anybody’s fault, the blame is all on you.

Logic, reason, truth itself, are they dead and gone?

They are in the mouth of some and yet the truth lives on.

Tich Ennis

9th December, 2017

Brexiteers

The Brexiteers are Sinn Feiners, ourselves alone.

Call Gerry Adams on the phone.

Throw the dog a bone.

They cannot leave the past alone.

Empire nostalgia is a funny thing, they love a queen or king.

The past is more important than now, we don’t want immigrants anyhow.

This is their song Britannia rules the waves and waives the rules.

May God preserve public schools.

No empire unless we are in charge, remember the light brigade.

Is this the biggest mistake we ever made?

We invented lemonade.

We like telling foreigners what to do, we are not like you, or so we say.

Shakespeare wrote a play.

We can’t forget, we cannot learn, without you we cannot earn.

Is the British empire a lost cause?

We were great at winning wars.

We had half the world but now we don’t.

Will we get sense, we will, we won’t.

Little England or Great Britain?

We’re out to prove we’re no one’s kitten.

Leave us alone is our song, we are right and you are wrong.

We can do without you, but not quite.

We’ll muddle through our darkest night.

The land of hope and glory will be alright.

Tich Ennis

8th December, 2017

Memo

I haven’t been happy with your work lately. I prefer to smile.

Its been a while.

Perfection is hard to attain.

I know that, do you?

Me too.

It is worth the pain.

There is much to gain.

You may not seek my approval.

Are you ready for removal?

God knows I’m a patient man.

At least I think I am.

To end my report, must do better.

Don’t cry when you read this letter.

I’ll see you in my office after work.

May I quote Edmund Burke?

I may, and many others too.

Do Shakespeare’s words mean anything to you?

To be or not to be and so on.

Mull over my words, I won’t go on and on.

See you later on.

Tich Ennis

7th December, 2017