Category Archives: Learning

Nothing To Do

I write because I have nothing to do.

The sky is black, not blue.

Its night time, nothing good on the radio.

So I write, goodnight.

Will I ever get things sorted out, find out what its all about?

Trying to make sense of it all, that’s what I do and am doing.

A cause worth pursuing.

I’d rather write in hope and be considered a dope, I have plenty of scope.

I hang about not on a rope.

So I write these words instead of being dead.

The purpose of life is to find the purpose of life amid the strife.

That’s life.

Tich Ennis

5th February, 2018

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Apple

An apple fell from off a tree right into my lap, lucky me.

You can’t expect everything to fall into your lap, you sap.

At least sit under the tree, like me, why not pick one, one that’s ripe?

Don’t believe tripe.

Its not all luck, you make your own.

Call the right person on the phone.

Hermit, alone.

An apple waits for you, you’ve got to do.

I was like you, look at me now.

Under the bough.

Tich Ennis

12th January, 2018

Skull Two

I like saying things that mean two things at once.

Some hate it and treat me as a dunce.

Two for the price of one as I once said.

You may get the joke before you’re dead.

Why has a skull a grin on its face?

Maybe a joke is not out of place.

Must I explain clearly as to a fool or child?

Some don’t want to know at school, they drive their teacher wild.

The skull smiled.

Tich Ennis

26th December, 2017

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

 

 

Irish Soul Reborn

Irish soul in the freezer in the fire.

Can my soul go higher?

Before I expire?

Or tire.

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.

Free me.

And thee.

Tich Ennis

15th November, 2017

Wonder

Don’t wonder about things, find out.

All you have to do is ask, that’s what its all about.

Its either yes or no or quick or slow.

If it doesn’t work try another way.

So I heard my mother say.

The world is full of wonder, magic, spells.

Pleasant and unpleasant smells.

I could say scent, you know what I meant.

Avoid the void of ignorance, look and find.

That way lies peace of mind.

Tich Ennis

14th November, 2017

Outside World

Should I join the outside world, become part of a part?

Here perhaps I should make mention of my aching heart.

Your bureaucracy does not appeal to me.

You see.

That’s not me.

Still when in Rome and all that sort of thing.

I swear fealty to no king.

I suppose I can ring up and maybe find a human there.

This ape would escape his cage and breathe free air.

I’m almost there.

Is this enough to say right now?

I’ll get there sometime, somehow.

That’s all for now.

Expect the unexpected, a knock on your door.

I like your ceiling, can I take the floor?

Tich Ennis

9th November, 2017