18th June, 2018
18th June, 2018
Being anti-foreigner gets you votes.
We want foreigners by the throats.
That cuts both ways.
We approach the end of days.
20th March, 2018
9 Duke Street,
14th February, 2018
Reasonable Rhymes and Great Irish Songs
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,
14th February, 2018
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.
1st February, 2018
To Belle Gibson, Australia, fantasy cancer con artist
Blow up the world and win the war, is that what war is for?
Or kill people to change their point of view, would that work on you?
Angry voices blow hot and cold, I am old.
I’ve heard it all before, I don’t want more.
Who am I to say killers go away?
Enjoy a sunny day.
Why have you forgotten how to smile?
Your efforts are not worthwhile.
No one likes the world you create or people filled with hate.
If we don’t love you we are wrong.
Why can’t we get along?
Live and let live is my song.
Your philosophy stinks.
I say what everybody thinks.
20th December, 2017
If I said something totally one sided some of you would agree.
That’s not me.
Or rather, don’t.
Because you won’t.
It wouldn’t suit you.
So they shoot you.
The opposite point of view.
How like you.
I am on both sides and all sides at once.
Call me a dunce.
Maybe no side at all.
Humpty Dumpty fell off the wall.
One day I may make it clear.
When I have your ear.
What you already know.
I told you so.
Should I spell it out?
Say get the Hell out?
You’re good at that, damn good I say.
I’ll try another way.
One day you may have enough of acting tough.
Run out of lies and alibis.
When that day comes I’m here.
Join me in a beer.
2nd December, 2017
Irish soul in the freezer in the fire.
Can my soul go higher?
Before I expire?
I wish to bring the truth to you, what’s a man to do?
Between me and you.
Here is Hell and here is Heaven.
I know them both since I was seven.
How may I turn them around to show the music, lovely sound?
I ask oh my task neverending eternity.
Who am I only me.
I sailed the sea.
15th November, 2017