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To say the usual unusually, is that what is given to me?

More or less, you see.

I don’t use strange words, avoiding the absurd.

A thought occurred.

I write, I put it down.

Maybe a feather floating, a crowd in town.

I sing of the ordinary, but not only.

I am not lonely.

Death of a friend, life’s end.

Happy, sad, funny.

Life is worth the money.

All things are one.

Rise, oh setting sun.

Tich Ennis

11th March, 2018


End Of Day

At the end of the day its midnight, the midnight hour.

Then a new day begins for its sins.

The day begins in darkness then becomes light.

Remember that tonight.

Tich Ennis

5th March, 2018

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


Cigarette Holders

Does this tell you more about cigarette holders than you need to know?  I intend buying a cigarette holder, but not opera length nor theatre length, qv (which see).

Neither local shop I approached sell them.  I was advised if I travel to try a tobacco shop.

My reason for buying a cigarette holder is one or more of those outlined in the link above.  I have switched to ‘rollies’, or self-rolled cigarettes, as a cheaper option, turning my house into a sweat shop and my brother into my indentured servant, vassal or slave.  Later I may transfer him to my sugar cane plantation in Jamaica if he complains too much.

Now, a story.

A little girl asked a question about elephants.  A visitor returned some days later with a large book on the subject and gave it to the little girl, saying you asked about elephants.  The little girl read a few pages then said ‘This tells me more about elephants than I need to know’.

Similarly cigarette holders.

However, they appear to be still available.  Mine will not be made of onyx or other rare material, nor yet gem studded.

I am suffering from information overload.

Keeping up with Donald Trump is a full time occupation.

Elephants next time.

Tich Ennis

25th January, 2018


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


Who Shoots First?

Okay, international relations are at a critical point.

Someone’s nose is out of joint.

If I bomb you should you bomb me too, two can play that game.

Eternal shame.

Go on punk, make my day, I’ll blow you to smithereens.

Human beings.

It was ever thus, why make a fuss?

Will there be any left of us?

Here comes my bus.

I know I’m just a slob.

Someone has to do this job.

Tich Ennis

29th November, 2017


CD and Book

Singing and writing, who’s fighting?

I fight myself and sometimes win.

Is it too late to begin?

I nearly built a shop down a street where no one goes.

I still may do it, who knows?

Maybe someone lost their way.

Why not walk down and stay?

Bring something home with you, you may share it too.

If you wish to hear and see then come along with me.

I don’t cost much, not much, a widow’s mite.

Why fight?

Tich Ennis

17th October, 2017