My mind wanders, is it too late to save the Earth?
Its our only planet for what its worth.
Or to bring about world peace.
Starting with the Olympic games in Greece.
Wind back, rewind, what did I say, remind, remind.
So I am old, quite likely losing my mind.
I love scenery and poetry, don’t leave it behind.
Tich Ennis
22nd October, 2018
15th Decenber, 2017
Michael,
Here is the book you asked for, recently published, The 50 Francis Street Photographer, compiled by his grand daughter, Suzanne Behan, photographs of people and places mostly in the Liberties area of Dublin, mostly in the 50’s and 1960’s. Black and white photographs and nice large text.
Today I got the 50 duplicated CD’s of my Great Irish Songs CD from CD Duplication, the company, costing 60 euros including courier delivery, ordered by me only a few day ago. One enclosed here, with the printing on the CD as specified by me, although not exactly laid out to my specification. Pretty good all the same, I think.
Here also is my design work for the artwork on the CD on an A4 sheet of paper, compare with the layout on the CD itself, I prefer mine, but ok. My idea is to redesign the CD cover as on the A4 page here, complete with surrounding green square and with the existing Vale of Avoca picture on the inside of the front cover, if I can get around to it. This sort of thing requires time, thought and know how and a fair amount of experimentation. I’ll have a go, it would be an improvement.
Apart from the Great Irish Songs CD here also are the following titled CD’s:
Also here an article about Ireland’s Own magazine taken from the Sunday Times. I just might advertise in that magazine if I ever have the funds. Fuddy duddies like my stuff, hopefully not only them, but a person has to start somewhere. Whats wrong with the past?
Best wishes and a happy Christmas, we will speak before that of course. Here comes the turkey! David or whatever-you-call-him Tich Ennis
I watch the river flow while dirty go.
Its cold I know.
A black bird in the shade well made.
Looking for a crumb or two in the view.
Its less cold than an hour ago.
Possibly Winter snow.
The bird found something but did not sing.
His voice is raw, a caw.
I see a duck and more wildlife, flying by.
Its peaceful here, never mind the time of year.
Where only man is vile a poet said.
One who’s dead.
Some traffic going gently by.
I smoke a cigarette.
Bye bye.
Tich Ennis
13th November, 2017
Banjaxed is Irish slang, meaning broken or not working. Everything in Ireland is banjaxed, probably including me.
See our history.
The Irish national anthem, not this one, was written in English first.
Which version is worst?
Nationalism mean killing people as far as I can see.
That’s what it means to me.
De Valera, our leader, sent condolences to the German embassy when Hitler died.
Jews cried.
De Valera was half Irish, his first name wasn’t Paddy.
Not as Irish as my daddy.
Patrick Pearse was half English and probably by a full blooded Englishman was shot.
Patrick Pearse, that’s your lot.
The county boundaries in Ireland to which people are loyal were laid down by the English in times past.
Unknown to some, the truth at last.
During the famine Irish people exported food, strange to say.
They looked the other way.
In North Korea now people die with green stains around their mouth from eating grass.
As happened in Ireland, alas.
The Irish are generous to others in times of woe.
They contribute generously, I should know.
We certainly know how to criticise each other, we do it all the time.
As me, in rhyme.
Maybe you think its different where you are.
Where do you live, a distant star?
We have murderers in our parliament, known as the Dail.
That’s not all.
They lie, they know they lie, they know you know too.
What’s a guy to do?
Can a reformed serial killer or paedophile bring about justice and peace?
Yes, if they have reformed, not if they lie, give my heart ease.
If I was born somewhere else what would I think of Ireland?
Great to visit, a great little land.
Great talk, music, horses and for passing time of day.
But would you stay?
Why do I, why don’t I go away?
Laziness has something to do with it and lack of ambition.
Gone fishin’.
Other places may be too busy for my taste.
Ireland is as good as any place your life to waste.
The same only different as we like to say.
If you expect logic look the other way.
The sins and crimes of others we love to talk about.
My point is the human race is all the same, the truth will find you out.
Wherever you are, that’s your home. There are a lot of knowalls in Ireland, that’s true.
They say they know what’s best for you.
Empty vessels make a lot of noise.
Posh boys.
We have ourselves to blame for how we are.
Gaze at a star.
If I was born somewhere else would I criticise them you bet your life.
Cancer requires a surgeon’s knife.
Good enough to be going on with is not good enough.
That’s the message of my stuff.
I’m Irish, tough.
I lament the human condition what can I do?
I write to you.
Hell is other people Sartre said. He’s dead.
Maybe Hell is you?
Me too.
Must I say it over and over again?
Heaven is here now and then.
A glimpse, reflection, hint, a child’s smile.
Walk an Irish mile.
So at last I end my banjaxed anthem, Irish song.
I may be criticised, what is wrong?
Maybe someday I’ll get around to doing more, maybe you too.
In the meantime enjoy the view.
Tich Ennis
14th October, 2017
Perfection knows no flaw, maybe I never saw.
If scenery is any indication we have some good stuff in this nation.
Perfection, to which I aspire, is it always higher?
Before I expire in the mire.
How good is my best, I suppose I know.
Its good, alright, I’ll let it go.
Only best is good enough for me.
Whether it be gold or a cup of tea.
Or a meal at a hotel.
I dislike saying oh well.
Hell and Heaven are opposite extremes.
Must we be in between?
You know what I mean.
The middle way is not good enough.
If you don’t like this poem, tough.
This is my kind of stuff.
You probably know words like mediocre, mediocrity.
How about a plastic covered sea?
I say what I see.
Perfection, no, I have not found.
Music?
I like the sound.
Tich Ennis
9th October, 2017
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