Category Archives: Harmony

Oh Human Race

I gave you a chance, you spat in my face.

You are a disgrace.

You had a chance, you blew it.

Look at me, there’s nothing to it.

I’ll have a word with your superior, you are irredeemably inferior.

Rich and poor alike, get on your bike!

I cannot depend on you, human zoo.

You may say, pot calling kettle black.

Don’t answer back.

Ignore me at your peril, Gerald Durrell.

Cyril and Beryl.

I’m glad I’ve got that off my chest.

I do my best.

You are my test.

I’ll change my vest.

You write the rest.

Tich Ennis

22nd December, 2017

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Every Son

Every son is a heartbreaker, every mother is a peacemaker.

How was I, how will I be, my mother is ancient history.

If I said I would do something when I’m good and ready when would that be says I to she a very long time says she to me.

So I had my feet on the table and she said she would rather I had not, I thought of girls and rock’n’roll that was all I got.

Now I am the oldest, my older brother died, there was a break in my voice, I almost cried.

I was there when my mother died.

My brother, I have more than one, said to my mother how good she was to look after us when she was left alone.

She said she thought others had done it so she could do it too, from a choking dog’s throat she removed a bone.

Everyone’s life is their own.

Need I say more, must I gild the lily?

In my life I have been silly.

My favourite singer is a hillbilly.

My likes vary from time to time, that is no crime.

My favourite music is what I’m listening to right now.

Well chosen, yes, I love it anyhow.

That’s all for now.

So how on Earth is this poem about every son?

I don’t know, I am only one.

Many are called but few are chosen may be said as many are cold but few are frozen, so my father said.

He is also dead.

Well I’m not quite.

Alright.

Goodnight.

I never quite know when to stop.

Am I the good or bad cop?

Have a lollipop.

Full stop.

Tich Ennis

19th December, 2017

Book and CD’s

15th Decenber, 2017

Michael,

Here is the book you asked for, recently published, The 50 Francis Street Photographer, compiled by his grand daughter, Suzanne Behan, photographs of people and places mostly in the Liberties area of Dublin, mostly in the 50’s and 1960’s.   Black and white photographs and nice large text.

Today I got the 50 duplicated CD’s of my Great Irish Songs CD from CD Duplication, the company, costing 60 euros including courier delivery, ordered by me only a few day ago. One enclosed here, with the printing on the CD as specified by me, although not exactly laid out to my specification.   Pretty good all the same, I think.

Here also is my design work for the artwork on the CD on an A4 sheet of paper, compare with the layout on the CD itself, I prefer mine, but ok. My idea is to redesign the CD cover as on the A4 page here, complete with surrounding green square and with the existing Vale of Avoca picture on the inside of the front cover, if I can get around to it. This sort of thing requires time, thought and know how and a fair amount of experimentation. I’ll have a go, it would be an improvement.

Apart from the Great Irish Songs CD here also are the following titled CD’s:

  1. Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine, a Book at Bedtime from BBC radio 4, ten fifteeen minute readings, a first novel by the author and very funny it is.
  2. Eternity 5 Views, BBC radio three talks, speakers of various religions.
  3. Pop and Reality, great series of short talks from the BBC.
  4. Epicureans, Stoics, Cynics, on Greek philosophies.
  5. Irish Singers Interviewed, three of Miriam O’Callaghan’s Sunday programs on RTE radio one, Shane McGowan and others interviewed.

Also here an article about Ireland’s Own magazine taken from the Sunday Times.   I just might advertise in that magazine if I ever have the funds. Fuddy duddies like my stuff, hopefully not only them, but a person has to start somewhere. Whats wrong with the past?

Best wishes and a happy Christmas, we will speak before that of course. Here comes the turkey!   David or whatever-you-call-him Tich Ennis

CD Design

If you want a thing done right do it yourself, and I quote.  So I did it myself, designed what will be printed on my CD when it is duplicated, arranging that tomorrow if tomorrow ever comes.

What looks easy was hard and what looks hard was easy.  I used Pages on my Mac, better than Microsoft Word, and Preview on my Mac.  Horses for courses.

The green square around the design is not part of the design but only there because I did not know how to do it otherwise.

And no, I did not know how to do everything involved before doing it.

It was my brother’s idea to have not one, not two, but three pictures of me on the disc, probably for balance and design reasons.  Three heads are better than one.  The Tich Ennis Trio, look out Spice Girls, here I come!

More to follow when I get around to it.

Lost chords and unfinished symphonies require finding and finishing.

I’m your man!

Tich Ennis

12th December, 2017

 

 

Family Life

The nuclear family can explode, it may not be the end of the road.

I am in training for the big event, I may or may not be Heaven sent.

Yes, a family can be Hell, oh well.

They can be Heaven too for me and you.

You only have one mother, would you want another?

Friends come and go, some life long.

You may enjoy a song.

You always have your family, a stone around your neck or a life jacket from time to time.

They forgive your crime.

Tich Ennis

12th December, 2017

Converging Concepts

Maths, art, science, literature, philosophy, religion are converging to a single point.

A Russian scientist said that, whom the saints anoint.

Speaking for myself, I concur.

I who infrequently err.

Love is where you find it wherever that may be.

An old pop song or a cup of tea.

Did Adam and Eve do wrong or did they make a mistake?

The Reader’s Digest said that in my years of heartache.

I made mistakes in my time.

Who is without crime?

Everything should rhyme.

I do be and I does be talking rot.

That’s not all I’ve got.

Whoever is responsible, thanks a lot.

I think this poem is rather good but who am I to say?

Have it your way.

Perhaps the last two lines should be in parentheses or, as you might say, bracket.

If you have a bad child do you smack it?

Tich Ennis

4th December, 2017

One Day

If I said something totally one sided some of you would agree.

That’s not me.

You see.

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.

Good cheer!

Tich Ennis

2nd December, 2017