Category Archives: Personal Taste

Dead And Gone

But they live on.

I don’t know why we have to die.

In a way we never do.

I hope me too. And you.

Tich Ennis

5th April, 2018

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Unusual

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

Big Fool

May I not let people down with a bump or otherwise.

I let myself down bigtime since I fell from the skies.

You may say by what airline did I fly when I fell from the sky?

The same as you, how do you do, I broke a heart or promise two.

Or maybe more, encore, encore, most of my life was a waste of time.

Ten years ago I took up rhyme.

There is no point in telling lies, I wish to regain the skies.

All aboard, we take off soon, this flight passes by the Moon.

Then back to Earth, let down again, when we have peace between men.

Fellow travellers, let it be, your pilot is a fool like me.

Bloody history leave behind out of sight and out of mind.

It is not easy but its true you and I know what to do.

I mean every word I say, what can I say?

Have a nice day. Better, make a good day, not nice.

Follow your own advice.

Trust your heart, you know what to do and how to be.

Don’t leave it all to me.

Why can’t we agree?

If we did less people would be dead.

That’s what I said.

Life means something when we want it to.

Its up to me and you.

Who goes first, best or worst?

At least I try before I die.

Wars happen, why?

Is my heart in the right place?

Be in a state of grace.

End disgrace, human race.

I am the clown who does not want to let you down.

A clown is for fun and laughter.

And happy ever after.

Peace and love are not just words, they are how to be.

I ask myself am I the biggest fool?

That’s me.

Tich Ennis

11th January, 2018

Ireland’s Own

To see my face in Ireland’s Own, will I make Rolling Stone?

If the media won’t come to me must I come to thee?

Wait and see.

A wealthy patron would suit me well, not a penniless beggar, what the Hell?

I am my patron, who my fan, maybe you, merely a man.

Oul’ wans and ould lads like my stuff, my edges may be rather rough.

We all get old, time passes by, another year, don’t make me cry.

So then my face is not unknown.

Throw this raggy dog a bone.

Tich Ennis

1st January, 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

 

 

Ballbreaker

God keeps kicking me in the balls or is it the other fellow?

Have I a streak down my back of vivid yellow?

I never really expect anything much, I sure don’t get it.

I lay in bed as a child and wet it.

Now in later life I have no wife.

If I had how would she put up with me?

Patron saint of lost causes, rescue me.

Some few like what I do.

Do you?

A lonely soul struggling to be true.

I apologise for using a coarse word.

Its not the worst I ever heard.

That word is synonymous with bravery.

I’ll have a cup of tea.

Should I end here or say so many promises are broken?

I speak a truth unspoken.

Where is Hoboken?

I do my best all the time.

Am I guilty of a crime?

Kafka instructed that all his work be burned.

I am the worm who turned.

No, I don’t want my stuff to go up in smoke.

I don’t want my life to be a dirty joke.

Self-pity is despicable, I know that too.

I’ll get over it, will you?

Believe me I pity all of you.

I have more or less run out of tears in my advanced years.

Against all odds I have one more thing to say, to turn night into day.

This dope has hope.

Tich Ennis

10th December, 2017

Destiny

Am I destined for obscurity from here to infinity?

If I said I am a new kid on the block you might be in for a shock.

I’ll never see seventy again I will see eighty, when?

Is there any marketer our there good at marketing fresh air?

For a share?

I am good in an interview, who will interview me, you?

Anyway, who wants fame?

A man without a name.

Tich Ennis

21st October, 2017

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