Category Archives: Senility

Every Son

Every son is a heartbreaker, every mother is a peacemaker.

How was I, how will I be, my mother is ancient history.

If I said I would do something when I’m good and ready when would that be says I to she a very long time says she to me.

So I had my feet on the table and she said she would rather I had not, I thought of girls and rock’n’roll that was all I got.

Now I am the oldest, my older brother died, there was a break in my voice, I almost cried.

I was there when my mother died.

My brother, I have more than one, said to my mother how good she was to look after us when she was left alone.

She said she thought others had done it so she could do it too, from a choking dog’s throat she removed a bone.

Everyone’s life is their own.

Need I say more, must I gild the lily?

In my life I have been silly.

My favourite singer is a hillbilly.

My likes vary from time to time, that is no crime.

My favourite music is what I’m listening to right now.

Well chosen, yes, I love it anyhow.

That’s all for now.

So how on Earth is this poem about every son?

I don’t know, I am only one.

Many are called but few are chosen may be said as many are cold but few are frozen, so my father said.

He is also dead.

Well I’m not quite.

Alright.

Goodnight.

I never quite know when to stop.

Am I the good or bad cop?

Have a lollipop.

Full stop.

Tich Ennis

19th December, 2017

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Deathbed Scene

I got up off my deathbed for a last fling.

I’m wearing my pyjama top, I haven’t changed a thing.

Okay, I stole the first line from Rolling Stone.

I mean the magazine, leave me alone.

My shoes are more or less falling apart.

Still serviceable, don’t break my heart.

I wear clothes until every molecule wears out.

There is a smell when I’m about.

All my life I wanted to be a dirty old man.

I have achieved God’s plan.

Don’t cross until you see the green man flashing.

As a young man I was dashing.

Warning to young men, girls turn out like their mother.

I should know, I watched them grow, here comes another.

A couple fell in love and married in an old folks home.

Perhaps they spent their honeymoon in Rome.

Did they make it home?

How would you like to be buried beside me, asked Jimmy O’Dea.

He said that, not me.

Sentimentality is not my cup of tea.

Jimmy O’Dea was a comedian, must I teach you history?

Sometimes blue, like me not you, I dispel mystery.

Some people seem thick as a brick or plank.

Taking offence easily to be frank.

Hell, they are no friends of mine, get lost, drop dead.

I have said what I have said.

Tich Ennis

18th December, 2017

Revolt

The revolt of the young against the old is an old story retold.

You are and were wrong is their never ending song.

We will change things before we’re old like you, die soon, good riddance too.

Students are revolting, is that a joke, sorry I spoke.

If I don’t like what you say shut up, you dictator you, I can be a dictator too.

How dare you say I am like you?

The worst of it is it is true.

Tich Ennis

12th November, 2017

Great Irish Singer Requires Agent

Do you sincerely want to be rich? You have heard of John McCormac, Brendan Bowyer and Bono. They are not all dead, or not quite. How would ten to twenty per cent grab you?

Only music lovers need apply. Age, gender, nationality and experience no disadvantage. Agents should have no ego, I have enough for two. Internet and social media savvy needed in this day and age.

What do I want? Physical cd sales, also downloads for my album Great Irish Songs mastered by BeardFire Music of Dublin. Rohan Healy of BeardFire said this:

           All in all I think it’s sound really good, the performances are lovely, great song selection. Has the feeling of sitting around the kitchen singing the great old songs, very nice.

                   Local people to whom I have sold or given away my cd have said they like or love it. Ordinary type people, the majority!

What is an agent? What does an agent do? See this, off the internet:

https://www.careersinmusic.com/personal-manager/

A small record label anywhere in the world is preferred by me because more approachable and personable. I like the personal touch, all the way.

I am 76 years old, a unique selling point (USP), new kid on the block. There are forty million Americans of Irish descent, a large market. But not only Irish people like Irish stuff, how about James Joyce or President Kennedy? Sinead O’Connor?

Here are 3 tracks from my 34 track Great Irish Songs album. You be the judge.

Cockles And Mussels         Phil The Fluter’s Ball

About Tich Ennis

Would you like to be my agent? Write to:

Tich Ennis

Reality

Seaview Avenue

Arklow

Co. Wicklow

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Tich Ennis

26th October, 2017

Strange Prayer

I’d have to be better than God to give up smoking.

Only joking.

I am pretty old but I haven’t given up yet.

Living that is, and the old wine cup, you bet.

Alright, beer, or as I call it, stout.

Am I found out?

Lord make me good but not yet was Saint Augustine’s prayer.

Before he became a saint, I am not there.

To be smoke free would improve my financial position.

Otherwise I am in good condition.

Heal thyself, physician.

To give up would make one or two people glad.

And I would be less mad.

Not bad.

If God is doing the right thing then its up to me.

The rest is history.

Or should I say the past.

I was a trawler fisherman, my years before the mast.

I end in inconsequentiality.

Wait and see.

Tich Ennis

12th September, 2017

Fifty

My fifty is broke, how will I smoke?

I’ll smoke butts, I’m nuts.

Tich Ennis

23rd August, 2017

Full Stop

My best friend Michael O’Brien agrees I should stop giving my stuff away for nothing on my blog. I have written various things and not put them there recently, too busy.

I have only 75 or 76 followers on my blog. My nephew said people liking and following other people’s blogs often only want a like or a following in return. I don’t want those likes and followers. I know at least one is genuine, the only one I wrote to and who replied. Thank you.

My plan is to have a book printed and sell it locally, quite a few people, maybe 43, have said they will buy. I will sell it for almost nothing, the printer will make more than me.

I ordered a book on self-publishing from Amazon today, by Rick Smith, which seems the best on the subject. So my work may be available as a print on demand book (POD) and also electronically when I can get my head around how to set up writing for those and uploading and all that.

That way is known as going over the heads of the gatekeepers, who are very good at slamming doors in people’s faces and ignoring them. Going direct to the public.

25 per cent of the top selling books on Amazon are self published, usually half POD and half digitally. Digital books have a 65 per cent market share, and growing.   People buying digital books buy more books, presumably because they are cheaper than on paper, as well as instantly delivered and other advantages.  Being old and traditional I prefer paper books and do not own an electronic book reader. Also being broke.

The paper method costs more, including to me to get my book printed locally for which I will have to borrow.   Selling as a self publisher through Amazon involves a steep learning curve, hopefully I get to the top of that hill!   But no cost to the writer, except time and know how.   The know how I do not have but hope to learn.

Of course not every book sells, I am well aware of that. Today I heard I failed to win a short story competition. A friend of mine said, when you’re starting you have to do everything for yourself.

Contrary to my title here, this may not be my last word ever on my blog. Look forward to Full Start.

I’m a crazy mixed up old man, not a crazy mixed up kid.

Tich Ennis

4th August, 2017