Category Archives: Acting Profession

Radio

Intensely earnest person on the radio.

Should I listen to his show?

His manner is not calm, considered.

On and on he blithered.

I realise it’s just filling space.

Painting by numbers presenter man, you are a disgrace.

It gets no one anywhere, that stuff.

A load of waffling guff.

I’ve had enough.

Tich Ennis

22nd February, 2018

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The Road

There is a road where our house used to be a man said to me.

My old family home has now thirteen houses on the site, alright.

The only constant is change said some Indian man.

Is this God’s plan?

If things remained the same life would be very tame.

More of the same.

Each day is different, you have good days and bad.

Don’t let the weather drive you mad.

Its not that bad.

I lived in a house with a lovely view, now I’m happy where I am.

God don’t say damn.

What a fool I am.

Someone said I should write a song.

Where do I belong?

This is my song.

Don’t let me go wrong.

How long, oh Lord, how long?

How long is the road home?

Home is where you are.

So said my guiding star.

I am, I am, you are.

Friends disappear and new ones come along.

A neverending song.

I sing my song.

Move with the times or die.

I tell no lie.

Tich Ennis

14th February, 2018

Genuine

The real thing is recognised, the real thing is true.

Its taken me some time to realise, I pass this on to you.

The real thing is genuine, the real thing is not fake.

Beware of huckster snake oil salesmen on the make.

I think that’s why I liked Obama, he meant what he said.

He got elected once or twice, now he’s as good as dead.

Its worth it to mean what you say, you have your self respect.

The world appears to want fantasy, the world is not correct.

The few who are genuine in whatever field, they shine the light of truth, they never never yield.

You prefer the genuine when you eat a cake.

Thank God I say to myself not everything is fake.

You are in the presence of greatness when you are in the presence of the true.

Are you?

Tich Ennis

8th February, 2018

Conflict

I am a man with conflicting desires.

I want to light and put out fires.

I want to stay in, I want to go out.

I want to see my sister temporarily before she goes out and about.

If I twiddle my thumbs for a while all will come to pass.

Live horse and you’ll eat grass.

Time is something you get over given half a chance.

Don’t ask the wrong girl at a dance.

Almost anyone will do for a fool like you.

Slowly the pieces fall into place, arriving at a state of grace.

You fooled me once, don’t fool me twice.

That’s my advice.

What is the poet saying here?

I’m going out for a beer.

Tich Ennis

3rd February, 2018

Goodbye Fantasy

I haven’t written for a while, now I do, maybe raise a smile.

I must justify my existence for what it worth, here on Earth.

Apparently all is fantasy, illusion, may I dispel confusion.

It sure is realistic as Hell, oh well.

Reality is the essence of the real, the real thing is how you feel.

My life progresses on from day to day, I have not gone away.

I hope to cross my bridges as they come and go, today a stranger said hello.

He asked had I sold any books, I said no one has any money.

He thought that was funny.

This poem arrives at no conclusion.

Free us from delusion.

Tich Ennis

1st February, 2018

To Belle Gibson, Australia, fantasy cancer con artist

Cigarette Holders

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cigarette_holder

Does this tell you more about cigarette holders than you need to know?  I intend buying a cigarette holder, but not opera length nor theatre length, qv (which see).

Neither local shop I approached sell them.  I was advised if I travel to try a tobacco shop.

My reason for buying a cigarette holder is one or more of those outlined in the link above.  I have switched to ‘rollies’, or self-rolled cigarettes, as a cheaper option, turning my house into a sweat shop and my brother into my indentured servant, vassal or slave.  Later I may transfer him to my sugar cane plantation in Jamaica if he complains too much.

Now, a story.

A little girl asked a question about elephants.  A visitor returned some days later with a large book on the subject and gave it to the little girl, saying you asked about elephants.  The little girl read a few pages then said ‘This tells me more about elephants than I need to know’.

Similarly cigarette holders.

However, they appear to be still available.  Mine will not be made of onyx or other rare material, nor yet gem studded.

I am suffering from information overload.

Keeping up with Donald Trump is a full time occupation.

Elephants next time.

Tich Ennis

25th January, 2018

Theory

In theory I am a genius but in practice no.

I have a long way to go.

I am an apprentice millionaire, just starting out.

When I find out how I’ll give you a shout.

I am the world’s greatest lover, I have some practice in that sphere.

I just say to a girl, come here.

Theory means nothing if not put into practice, learn that first.

Then do your thing, shut up, or else you’re cursed.

Dream while you’re asleep, not all day.

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

Mere words are a waste of time.

Is this a poem or a rhyme?

Don’t live only in theory, don’t you see.

Leave that to me.

Tich Ennis

21st January, 2018