Category Archives: Learning

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

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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

Procrastination

A foray into the outside world putting off what I should do.

Am I like you?

The task I face appears immense, have I any sense?

The Devil is in the detail, my head begins to spin.

When will I begin?

The more you know the more you know you don’t know.

I thought I’d say that before I go.

The people I work with appear good, am I?

If not, why?

So many questions to ask before I get down to my task.

Take them one by one.

Have fun.

Ask the right question.

That’s my suggestion.

Of the right person too.

It could be you.

Get up and do.

Nothing ventured nothing gained.

An old saying, the truth remained.

Doing nothing is a crime.

 End of rhyme.

Tich Ennis

23rd October, 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

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

Santa Claus

Not believing in Santa Claus doesn’t mean there isn’t one, you are responsible for your own belief.

Don’t give me grief.

At one time people believed the Earth is flat.

Fancy that.

So therefore you could be wrong.

Can you sing a song?

You may think so but what do others say?

Go away?

Are you looking forward to a Christmas present, be youPagan, Christian or Jew?

Or Muslim, to name but a few.

Possibly one will come.

Son of a gun.

The circulation of the blood and many other things were not believed.

Are you easily deceived?

Who gets your vote, who has you by the throat?

Speak up, spit it out.

Have you found out?

What makes you so sure?

Do roses grow well in manure?

Wherein lies your expertise?

Birds and bees?

Almost no one knows anything, that’s a fact.

Some actors don’t know how to act.

Consult yourself, what do you know?

One thing is sure, a snail moves slow.

Therefore, hang up your sock on Christmas Eve.

Santa Claus will tell you what to believe.

Or maybe he did long ago.

What do I know?

The Earth is round.

Sound.

I may speak the truth incidentally.

Do you know many like me?

Tich Ennis

11th October, 2017