Category Archives: Buddy Holly

Fake News

Pope to canonise Paisley to make the unionists happy.

Bob Dylan said Abba are sappy.

Jerry Lee Lewis said I’m better than Elvis and I’m not dead.

Donald Trump says that’s not what I said.

Teresa May, the Virgin on the Rocks, says what she really thinks.

Arlene Foster stinks.

Tich Ennis

5th December, 2017

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Target

To dissolve untruths and expose them as a lie.

Is that what I must do before I die?

If so, why?

Why must we live in a lie?

People are fed up with politics and politicians, so am I.

It seems all gameplaying saying I’m all right and you’re all wrong.

A worn out song.

Certainly not true, hear Big Ben bong.

As someone said, how long, oh Lord, how long?

How long is life, must we put up with this?

Not if I have my way before death’s last kiss.

I seek eternal bliss.

What is the missing factor in all this?

Abandoned truth, ignored, unloved, oh lovely miss.

Thou art my target may I never miss.

May my aim be true.

I love you.

So do other people too.

You are not alone.

Not while flesh clings to my bone.

I hear your moan, your cry.

You are as I.

I can but try.

Arrow, play your part.

Aim for the heart.

Target, thou art mine.

Finest wine.

Now and for all time.

I speak in rhyme.

As you see here.

I drink beer.

A glass might leave a ring on this page.

Must I leave behind tears and rage?

Not if I have my way.

I will have my say.

That’ll be the day.

Tich Ennis

24th November, 2017

Music Maker

Should I tell the truth as it applies to me or is that boring wait and see.

If you sing and record at home your song needs mastering, or maybe poem.

Here is a boring fact, ISRC code, what’s that?

You need one on each track for identification on a radio station.

They are free if you look around and do no harm to the sound.

Whoever duplicates your CD if you make one puts them on at no extra cost.

No one told me all this, not all is lost.

I found out by asking, looking around and a little luck.

There are good guys out there who read the book.

When you’re starting you have to do everything for yourself including finding who to use for what.

Quite a lot.

If someone lived my life before could they tell me more?

Little by little I find how, your way would be different, a different hand on the plough.

I still have more to find out will I get there?

Yes, if I care.

So there.

What’s good is rare.

And who, you?

Maybe me too.

It is a case of doing things one step at a time.

As I wrote this rhyme.

This has been a blog, online diary, my recent history.

Why anyone else would be interested is a mystery.

I said nothing about how many cups of coffee I had nor a photo of my coffee cup.

Now at last I shut up.

Tich Ennis

15th November, 2017

Fan Letter

Upheavals everywhere.

Its in the air.

The authorities clamp down.

Freedom is out of town.

Even Fats Domino is down.

If I see eighty-nine will I be free?

And others along with me.

We’ll see.

Blue Monday, Blueberry Hill, I remember them still.

Happiness is not dead, it never goes away.

Its here to stay.

Why look the other way?

We have our music, all the same.

Fats Domino, I’m glad you came.

Tich Ennis

25th October, 2017

Writer Singer

I am a writer posing as a singer although I never wrote a song.

A singer put one of my poems to music, they need to be quite long.

He played and sang it at my book launch, a woman was highly impressed.

I should do what I do best.

So a guy in Scotland said if I make myself famous for something else someone might publish my book.

You have ears as well as eyes, listen and look.

Read the book.

Tich Ennis

16th August, 2017

Molecules

Does every molecule of matter matter, yes it does.

I am made of them, you too.

Me and you.

Read up about them, it will blow your mind.

It reads like fantasy, the strangest kind.

Electrons made of electricity whizzing around.

The speed of light without a sound.

How much is butter, a pound?

Gravity and other forces come into play.

It will all become clear some day.

Tich Ennis

14th July, 2017

Shred

Should I write every shred before I’m dead?

Do not dismiss others without a thought.

Love cannot be bought.

Is it pointless for me to write things down?

What is the point of a circus, the clown?

I suppose so, yes.

That’s true, I guess.

Suppose no one came, no one wanted to see or hear?

There’s always the next town when you’re not wanted here.

I might mention beer.

Be of good cheer.

Tich Ennis

14th July, 2017