Category Archives: Vale of Avoca

Religious Brother

You told me perfection is what we must try to achieve but perfection is impossible. You told the class.

And about Mary going to Bethlehem on her ass.

And you hit me.

You said love one another is what its all about quoting a man from long ago.

You hit people who did not know.

I understand you left the order and married later, in later years.

You instilled fears.

I still remember what you said, maybe you are dead.

You told us about the I.R.A. as if they were good.

Do you think you should?

I left school and was treated as a human being.

Its all about seeing.

To see means to understand.

Things are no better now, only different, in this land.

Some suck-up pupil said you were mad, one who liked your stories of the I.R.A.

What can I say?

Of course there is a lot more.

I don’t want to bore.

Tich Ennis

16th November, 2018

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Memory

When tears come unbidden and grief can’t be hidden.

Life goes on, take refuge in a song.

A period of contemplation.  Never again.  Consternation.

It is, it was, it will not be.

Life’s history.

Sadness for what is gone.

Life goes on.

Still, memory is there.

And always will be for those who care.

Memory is in the air.

Tich Ennis

28th July, 2018

Detail

The Devil is in the detail and there are many of those.

When you enter uncharted territory follow your nose.

Use your eyes and ears, they help a lot.

They are almost all you’ve got.

Do I follow my advice, sometimes.

Otherwise I commit crimes.

Here’s hoping someday I will struggle through.

I may say the same to you.

Do all the right things and see what happens next.

Follow the text.

If I followed my own advice it would be nice.

Tich Ennis

24th July, 2018

You And I

We are born and then we die.

The stuff of life comes in between.

Maybe an ice cream.

Coffee in a café now and then.

Some are boys and some are men.

Some complain when they’re left out.

What have they to shout about?

Sometimes some come together in bliss.

A kiss.

Then friendship, company and talk.

Some enjoy a hike or walk.

Our stories are all different but start and end the same.

Are you glad you came?

Life may not be without trial.

To say otherwise would be denial.

Are you born to cry or smile?

To get to school I walked a mile.

What price happiness and when?

Now and then.

I lay down my pen.

That’s life, make of it what you may.

Between sunrise and sunset is the day.

Is this okay?

Tich Ennis

18th July, 2018

Slavery

Blacks sold blacks into slavery.

Read the link and see if you agree.

Saint Patrick in Ireland was a slave, he seems to have been brave.

Not every saint is burned at the stake, well done or medium rare, your choice to make.

The ancient Greeks believed in slavery, they thought it was alright you see.

Not everyone was cruel to their slave, Cicero was not.

His slave wrote Cicero’s life story, that’s what we got.

Aesop’s fables are said to have been written by a slave and some had seats in the senate in ancient Rome.

They probably all wished they were at home.

I am no apologist for slavery, don’t get me wrong.

I merely tell the truth, that is my song.

Those who deny the truth don’t believe in equality.

Can’t they face reality?

They are the same as me.

Slavery was carried out by every colour, race and creed.

How much more proof do you need?

You may have a chip on your shoulder a mile high.

Don’t look at the mud, look at the sky.

You are the same as I.

Whites are not the Devils of the Earth, who slaughtered who?

All peoples did and do it, what else is new?

The more things change the more they are the same, say that in French.

Before you stand before the judge’s bench.

You may believe you are the Judge.

Do you like fudge?

Its hard to say it all in a word or two.

I have other things to do.

So do you.

To read means to understand my grandfather said.

Read before you’re dead.

Read and know.

May I say I told you so?

The link below.

Getting through to you is mighty hard.

Yours faithfully, a bard.

Tich Ennis

18th July, 2018

The Link:

https://longreads.com/picks/my-great-grandfather-the-nigerian-slave-trader/?mc_cid=11f25dd84f&mc_eid=39fa70f586

That’s telling you

The World

The world is rather overwhelming, don’t let it get you down.

Always remember the old saying, a frown is a smile turned upside down.

Yes, its massive run by madmen with missiles and big guns.

You are only you, you have one Moon and not two Suns.

Persist, persist and travel on.

The man with the missile will be gone.

The Moon and Sun last on.

Tich Ennis

15th June, 2018

Girl I Don’t Know

You have great dress sense.

You may not be Irish, I don’t know.

Have you far to go?

The Irish, as a rule, lack taste.

Their scenery is laid to waste.

You appear self possessed.

I like the way you dressed.

Perhaps we shall never speak.

Maybe next week?

So, we spoke, you are from Italy and will stay.

Please don’t go away.

Tich Ennis

30th May, 2018