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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


Normal People

Normal people like my stuff, so I heard, that’s enough.

Young and old alike, the rest get on your bike.

I sing what I like.

The best of the old is great, it was new once, age is your fate.

Why hesitate?

I won’t say more, I could say less.

My parting words, God bless.

It cheers me up to ring a friend, try it, this is not the end.

Make do and mend.

Eternal friend.

Tich Ennis

7th February, 2018

Jesus Christ

Me:  Did you see the guy in Australia who says he’s Jesus Christ?  He has a girlfriend he says is Mary Magdalen.  He said the last time I came you crucified me.  He is about thirty-three, rather good looking and charismatic.  He is clean shaven, they invented electric razors in the last two thousand years.  He has some followers, mostly middle aged, middle class rather well off American women.  Why they follow him I don’t know, he is rather good looking.  A Mills and Boon idea of religion.  Why do they show that stuff on television, as a sort of freak show?

Michael:  A freak show.

Me:  Are there just as many nuts in Australia as everywhere else?

Michael:  Just as many.

Tich Ennis

25th January, 2018



Patreon – Maybe?

I am considering signing up for the artists’ patronage site, Patreon.  At a glance it appears good or maybe very good.  I don’t allow myself to get excited.  Some guy said he doesn’t believe in positive thinking because you think its going to happen and it doesn’t then you get all depressed.

Where have all the patrons gone?  Gone to the digital world, everyone.  There goes the mob, I am their leader, I must follow them.  After further consideration.  Look before you leap.  Yesterday we stood on the edge of an abyss, today we take a great leap forward – Russian politician.

My most recent poem blogged here, Sinn Fein, is not my most recent poem, I normally put them up chronologically, in order of writing.  I suppose I’ll get around to putting that earlier one up.   I need to read up about Patreon.

Its snowing here now, first snow I’ve seen for a long time.  Predicted, but predictions are often unreliable.  You can’t be wrong all the time.

About Patreon, when I know what, how, and why I may write further on that topic.  If it works, it works.  It appears to work for some, as far as I can see from a brief study.

I feel my stuff is uncategorisable, does not fit any niche or genre, I know some like it.  The real world and the virtual, the real world is more expensive.  Matter matters, matter costs.  Paper, ink, printing, plastic discs, but I like that world too.  It is my first love.

So I climb a learning curve.  Slow learner though I be.  I desire a comprehensive overview.  I feel it may take me three days to get there, the summit, apex, pinnacle, look up your thesaurus.  Top.  From where I will survey the scene.

Where to have the picnic?  Or whether, weather permitting.  The top will do, enjoy the view.  Birds may eat the crumbs.  The joy of alfresco, no floor to sweep up.  And if you spill your drink don’t panic.  Far from the kitchen sink.

Patreon here I come but will you notice?  New worlds to conquer, said the unwanted immigrant.  Napoleon was not French, I console myself with that thought.  An outsider.  With an objective view.

Does anyone want my tourist postcards?

Tich Ennis

16th January, 2018



I love when people like my stuff, appreciation is appreciated.

Just the other day a woman liked my CD Great Irish Songs, she spoke, not hesitated.

She said nothing about my voice, she said some of the songs are sad, I said some are funny.

People should pay for them with money.

Some other woman said a lot are about drink, why not?

I think if people hear it they will like it, I should go on a radio show.

I have a plan or two of things to do I will get around to in time.

It all started with a rhyme.

Tich Ennis

9th January, 2017

Tich Ennis Club

Don’t blame me, its my kid brother’s idea. He was secretary of the Irish Chinese Cultural Society and has experience in these matters.

Membership: Free. But you must at least buy my CD or one of my books so far published, one out of print, but who knows, I may bring it back to life.

Rules: No kneecapping.

Aims: Yet to be determined.

Inaugural Meeting: When? I don’t know.

Possible Venues: Dublin Zoo, The Duke Pub in Duke Street, Dublin or somewhere else that doesn’t come to mind at the moment. Maybe the Bridge Hotel in Arklow.

Benefits of Membership: Unstated.

Note: This is NOT a political party, more a birthday party.

The Duke Pub sold my first book Pub Talk, I am undyingly grateful.

If James Joyce was alive today he would patronise the Duke, among other places. Why not?

My work has been compared, by me, with James Joyce, unfavourably.

I am not James’ biggest fan, Flann O’Brien is my man. Also many others from here and there, J.D. Salinger is good, why not P.G. Wodehouse, John Betjeman, the list goes on and on.

I like good music, Irish or otherwise, it must have feeling. I like a house where I can’t touch the ceiling.

When will we reach critical mass? When our membership exceeds a million, or a hundred, or ten.

Become an honorary member, join the club, come as you are, give the relic a rub.

There’s many a true word spoken in jest. No nice people, nice is fake good. Touch wood.

I once suggested a nice people’s club where you could go and meet only nice people. You wouldn’t be allowed in, said the barman.

So raise a glass, all things must pass, alas, alas, don’t cry in your beer, get in here.

This club founded on the first of January 2018, I having stopped the clock. At 2:59 and fifty nine seconds. The eleventh hour. I didn’t come down in the last shower.

During the coming year we wish to consolidate our gains without going to great pains.

My brother has over a hundred names and addresses of people who may or may not put their money where their mouth is, wherever that may be. Wait and see.

The rest is history. Start before you’re ready. But, where can I buy? Right here right now. Tich Ennis, Reality, 22 Seaview Avenue, Arklow, Co. Wicklow, Ireland.

Some years ago says I to my brother I will found the Tich Ennis appreciation society. It would have only one member says he. Now the club is born.

A club was good enough for cavemen, why not you?

Get writing. Heaven may be yours. Who knows? Not you if you don’t try. Would you risk it for a biscuit?

All welcome. Irrespective of race, colour or creed. Forget those things. Join the club.

TEC. We shall rule the world. If you’re not in you can’t win. Begin.

It starts here.

Now is the hour, me oul’ flower. Me oul’ segocia.

Pen and ink were made for this, it started with a kiss.

Eternal bliss.

If you don’t buy my book I’ll burn you at the steak. I like mine medium rare.

Write if you care.

Tich Ennis,


22 Seaview Avenue,


Co. Wicklow,


Book (Reasonable Rhymes) 5 euros.

CD (Great Irish Songs) 10 euros.

Add 2 euros for post and packing.

If even one buys that’s something.

Spread the word.

Tich Ennis

3rd January, 2018


Ireland’s Own

To see my face in Ireland’s Own, will I make Rolling Stone?

If the media won’t come to me must I come to thee?

Wait and see.

A wealthy patron would suit me well, not a penniless beggar, what the Hell?

I am my patron, who my fan, maybe you, merely a man.

Oul’ wans and ould lads like my stuff, my edges may be rather rough.

We all get old, time passes by, another year, don’t make me cry.

So then my face is not unknown.

Throw this raggy dog a bone.

Tich Ennis

1st January, 2017