Category Archives: History

Usually

There’s usually more to things than meets the eye.

You may find that out before you die.

If not then.

Or when?

Remember the four year old boy drowned on a beach in Greece?

In designer clothes, poor, give my head peace.

The news is in the business of sensation, disneyfied, to shock the nation.

It happens here in Ireland too, don’t rush to judgement, would you like someone to do that to you?

A dead drug addict on the street outside the Dail, is that the whole story, not at all.

More or less believe nothing that you hear or see, its not that simple, read history.

The news is not news but views.

That sells papers, shock, outrage.

Turn the page.

Calm down, its not that bad.

The world is mad.

As presented to you, on radio and TV too.

The internet is the latest place for lies.

Does it fool the wise?

I said usually not inevitably always, trust your judgement, not some journalist.

In some cases speed is required, don’t ask me everything, I’m tired.

Like crossing the street or when your house goes on fire.

Once more I say may your judgement be good.

Don’t mistake trees for the wood.

Tich Ennis

5th December, 2017

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Time

The effluxion of time is taking place even as I speak.

Before you know it it will be the middle of next week.

Seasons pass by one by one and days in two and threes.

Oh no, I got that wrong, forgive me please.

Watch the seconds ticking by on a digital clock.

Just how many have I left, don’t give me a shock.

There once was a beer called time about which someone made a rather rude joke.

If I repeated it here you’d say I should not have spoke.

P.S.

My brother thought I should add this.

Its rude, it mentions piss.

An ad agency ran a slogan competition for the beer called time, slogans not necessarily in rhyme.

Some guy said pissing is a waste of time, he sent that in.

No sin.

He got a fiver in the post, they enjoyed his slogan the most.

Need I say it was never printed.

If it was an archbishop might have squinted.

I never pissed the beer called time.

End of rude rhyme.

Tich Ennis

23rd November, 2017

It

It all came out of nothing or almost nothing or so they say and made what we see today.

It they are right it will eventually implode after all they said it did explode.

Fragments returning to their preternatural state, is that our fate?

Well yes and no don’t say I told you so.

Once upon a time a long time ago all continents were one.

What, even the Sun?

Here I refer to the magical number one.

It’s a small step from infinity, goodbye, I’ve got to run.

Tich Ennis

16th November, 2017

New CD

Mary Dunne

Ballymoneen

Avoca

11th November, 2017

Mary,

Here is my CD, mostly new (old) songs, mastered by Beardfire in Dublin to make the sound better.   I hope you like it.

Rohan Healy of Beardfire spoke highly of it, the great old songs sung as if singing in the kitchen, he said.

Mastering makes a lot of difference to a record, I said to George it sounds like a Johnny Cash record as far as sound quality goes, I like it anyway.   Let me know what you think.

I have a new book out, Reasonable Rhymes, for sale in Beat That and Pat the Barber’s here in Arklow. No takers so far. You said people aren’t in to reading books. My brother said music sells better, you don’t have to be able to read. Some guy my brother spoke to said he falls asleep when he gets to the second page of a book.

Do you think I should try to sell my singing CD? You said there’s no harm in trying.   Beat That have one copy for sale, an earlier version, not mastered, like the one you have already.   James there said no one buys stuff made by someone not famous.   He sells second-hand books and vinyl records and cd’s of all kinds, all well chosen.

George said he should put an ad up in the library in the children’s section because he has good books for children. He said he doesn’t want any children coming into his shop, if they came in he would box their ears, he has enough trauma with the adults. So don’t look young if you go in there.

Send a tenner to me, Tich Ennis, Reality, Seaview Avenue, Arklow, its all grist to the mill. I am a late starter but better late than never.

James sells good stuff, by the way. An American spoke highly of his shop so he is internationally known. At least with passers by.

So get an earful of my CD, what do you think of the words, the songs, the tunes and least of all my voice? As Joe Tobin said, at least you can hear the words.   I am not going to die of over praise.

So you are going to a wedding today.   Another good man bites the dust. That’s life.

Best wishes and happy listening,

David Ennis

Tich Ennis

11th November, 2017

My Life

I want my life to be my own, leave me alone.

Yes, I want to be with you but I have my own things to do.

Do I sound like you?

I do nothing from time to time and other times a lot.

Thanks a lot for all your help, if I didn’t say it I forgot.

My way is my way, I need to fit in.

Some of you are great, I am beginning to begin.

Slowly slowly catchee monkey someone said.

Darwin said my dad’s an ape, I have got out of bed.

Tich Ennis

24th October, 2017

Lost

I left my belongings at the gate and hurried inward to my fate.

I rang my sister about my brother and did one or two or more things other.

Then I said, where are my things, who knows what misfortune brings.

I looked high and low and on the floor, then gave up, no more, no more.

I settled for a substitute, bitter fruit.

Later I went out again and discovered my belongings then.

Cigarettes, a lighter and a pen.

A lapse of memory occurred.

This is not my final word.

I found what’s lost, oh welcome home!

Turn of the tide, bedecked with foam.

Tich Ennis

10th October, 2017

Commemoration

Am I the greatest thing since scrambled eggs or sliced bread?

Will I be commemorated when I’m dead?

Get your act together, I live in stormy weather.

Should I be awarded the Nobel prize posthumously it will make no difference to me.

I never won a beauty competition, I went fishin’.

The prizes I won in life would fit in a matchbox.

In the Victorian era people gave their lovers locks.

Of their hair, I mean.

I used Brylcream.

I remember Elvis Presley and James Dean.

Tich Ennis

7th October, 2017