Category Archives: Art

My Rubbish

I’m dumping my rubbish on your doorstep and hope you find something interesting there.

The detritus of a life made of moon and stars and many, many bars.

Something to rhyme, care.

Sweep up after me pick up the orange peels and potato skins.

Once upon a time love begins.

No gold here just beer mats and memories of kisses, girls and all the rest.

Love is best.

A life spent looking and searching, did I find?

Only what you find here I have my secrets never, never mind.

Is it true if I was behind the bar no one would buy a drink?

Let me think.

Here is the kitchen sink.

Tich Ennis

21st February, 2018

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Two In One

Do I have to say this, don’t you know?

The spiritual is expressed through the physical, there you go.

Its not one or the other or the other not at all.

Its both together hand in hand or else look how we fall.

Why do I have to say this, listen to a singer sing.

He uses heart and lungs and soul and voice, he gives everything.

Or she, not to be gender specific.

When done right it is terrific.

Body and Soul is an old jazz standard, it says what I say here.

Someone has to brew your beer.

I’m a poor poet saying what needs to be said.

Before I’m dead.

Tich Ennis

20th February, 2018

Monastic Life

I applied to become a monk but was turned down.

Not being debt free raised a frown.

Also I am too old, I can’t help that.

I thought I might be stress free, fancy that.

I got a nice email in return, spelling it all out.

Aspects of the monastic life would not suit me, no doubt.

Possibly my motivation was wrong.

As I said before, where do I belong?

Jim Reeves had a song, this world is not my home.

Maybe I should become a garden gnome.

Tich Ennis

19th February, 2018

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

Duke Pub Letter

Ciaran Gilligan,

The Duke,

9 Duke Street,

Dublin 2.

14th February, 2018

Reasonable Rhymes and Great Irish Songs

Dear Ciaran,

I am Tich Ennis, birth name David, writer and now singer. In 2014 you kindly sold my book Pub Talk at your premises, thank you very much.

My brother George delivered to a member of your staff yesterday six each of my above book, Reasonable Rhymes, and my CD, Great Irish Songs.   He spoke to you about selling these for me before Christamas last.

Here are two plastic display stands to hold the book, to sell for five euros, as shown on the cover, and the CD’s, to sell for ten euros each.

I have been told tourists and other visitors will love my CD, and the response to it has been very favourable so far. Please listen to it yourself to see how you like it. All great songs.

People also like my book Reasonable Rhymes, humour, banter, comedy and meaningful poems and rhymes and plays and so on. The lilt of Irish laughter, to coin a phrase.

Thank you for doing your bit for literature and art, its part of what we are. The struggle of the artist to get his voice heard is a well known cliché, in this case both vocally and in print. So thanks again.

With kind regards,

Tich Ennis

14th February, 2018

 

 

 

Glimmer

Is there a glimmer of hope for this dope?

Throw me a rope.

Sometimes I stay up all night, and write.

I write funny stuff and mean what I say.

I was told a young person likes it today.

So I continue on along with time and life and wonder.

What splits the stars asunder?

So I’m here, not only for the beer.

Be of good cheer.

Is this all it takes to do it?

There’s nothing to it.

So do it.

Tich Ennis

7th February, 2018

Rich And Famous

If I became rich and famous might I become obnoxious, I asked a friend, he said do you mean more obnoxious than you are?

I don’t own a car.

God may be sparing me for something, but what the Hell?

Oh well.

Fame has not gone to my head, I have obscurity instead.

Its not hard to be humble when no one knows you’re there.

Ask me, see if I care.

Could I possibly stand up to fame?

You don’t know my name.

I am honest, I am poor.

May the truth endure.

Tich Ennis

7th February, 2018