Category Archives: Soul

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

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Prestige Project

This is my prestige project, I am what you see.

Are you another me?

To see means understand, I’ll let that pass.

I am trees, green grass.

It fails to pass my understanding why prestige projects exist.

I kissed a girl who never kissed.

You are on my list.

A monument to your own glory, hang the expense.

Does it make sense?

Your achievements speak for themselves, such as they are.

Who made a shooting star?

You are what you are.

I am ordinary, you are extraordinary.

Far be it from me to gild the lily.

This poem might become silly.

I am the Sun, the stars, the Earth, the flowers.

Holy hours.

I warned you this might happen, now you see.

Elvis sang now and then there’s a fool such as me.

And Hound Dog, Don’t Be Cruel, All Shook Up.

I love a simple flower, e.g. buttercup.

Now like a flower I shut up.

Tich Ennis

6th December, 2017

In The Event Of My Death

Do not despair.

I’m still there.

What to do?

Who will make the Irish stew?

Maybe you.

I could say sell all my shares and buy government bonds.

But I have no shares, only fish in ponds.

My massive gold hoardings and my gold mines sell them off if I have any at the time.

Highly unlikely, pay for my past crimes.

My debts I leave to the poor said Voltaire.

They’re used to them, I’ve been there.

So now my cost of living is zero.

I’d rather be a live coward than a dead hero.

Tich Ennis

30th November, 2017

Clown

I wonder should I say hello or should I say goodbye?

I wonder should I laugh or should I cry?

I wonder should I live or should I die?

As long as I keep wondering at least I am not dead.

When young my mother called me to get out of bed.

Sleepwalk or talk?

Do I talk in my sleep? How would I know?

I could ask a girl I used to know.

Some guy said I made sense when I was drunk, I should write it down.

Would I listen to a clown?

Tich Ennis

27th November, 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

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

Ireland

Tich Ennis

26th October, 2017

Start

I have not given up smoking or drinking or thinking.

Which should I give up first?

Which is worst?

Feeling appears to be the thing.

Feeling is king.

Why have I a brain, to give me pain?

Here comes the rain.

A talent to develop is finding good people, they are there, but rare.

They care.

You must do more or less everything for yourself if you want it done right.

That’s the fight.

Be of good heart.

At least start.

Tich Ennis

23rd October, 2017