Tag Archives: Art

Aspiration

Why is there a word perfection when there’s no such thing?

You may say the same of God or a wedding ring.

Someone said there’s no such thing as happiness, I disagree.

That’s only me.

A lawyer acts for either side, its about pounds shillings and pence.

He does not care if he makes sense.

I may state a case merely to demolish it.

What is truth, should we abolish it?

God is what you put first, best or worst.

I do not drink only because I thirst.

There’s such a thing as aspiration.

Getting there requires a destination.

Tich Ennis

22nd February, 2018

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Two In One

Do I have to say this, don’t you know?

The spiritual is expressed through the physical, there you go.

Its not one or the other or the other not at all.

Its both together hand in hand or else look how we fall.

Why do I have to say this, listen to a singer sing.

He uses heart and lungs and soul and voice, he gives everything.

Or she, not to be gender specific.

When done right it is terrific.

Body and Soul is an old jazz standard, it says what I say here.

Someone has to brew your beer.

I’m a poor poet saying what needs to be said.

Before I’m dead.

Tich Ennis

20th February, 2018

Duke Pub Letter

Ciaran Gilligan,

The Duke,

9 Duke Street,

Dublin 2.

14th February, 2018

Reasonable Rhymes and Great Irish Songs

Dear Ciaran,

I am Tich Ennis, birth name David, writer and now singer. In 2014 you kindly sold my book Pub Talk at your premises, thank you very much.

My brother George delivered to a member of your staff yesterday six each of my above book, Reasonable Rhymes, and my CD, Great Irish Songs.   He spoke to you about selling these for me before Christamas last.

Here are two plastic display stands to hold the book, to sell for five euros, as shown on the cover, and the CD’s, to sell for ten euros each.

I have been told tourists and other visitors will love my CD, and the response to it has been very favourable so far. Please listen to it yourself to see how you like it. All great songs.

People also like my book Reasonable Rhymes, humour, banter, comedy and meaningful poems and rhymes and plays and so on. The lilt of Irish laughter, to coin a phrase.

Thank you for doing your bit for literature and art, its part of what we are. The struggle of the artist to get his voice heard is a well known cliché, in this case both vocally and in print. So thanks again.

With kind regards,

Tich Ennis

14th February, 2018

 

 

 

Seventy-Seven

I was seventy-seven years old yesterday, now I’m older still.

I don’t feel I’m over the hill.

I met a man yesterday and said its my birthday next week, he said its his too.

He will be sixty-two.

I said I’m healthy, is he, he said thank God yes.

He was a pleasant companion, God bless.

I said another year nearer to the end of life, you never know when that will be.

He said its written in a book when you’re born, wait and see.

We spoke of mortality.

I said it says in the bible we know neither the day nor the hour.

I did not use the expression me oul’ flower.

I thought of writing a poem on my birthday but didn’t so this will have to do.

Happy birthday to you.

Tich Ennis

13th February, 2018

Rich And Famous

If I became rich and famous might I become obnoxious, I asked a friend, he said do you mean more obnoxious than you are?

I don’t own a car.

God may be sparing me for something, but what the Hell?

Oh well.

Fame has not gone to my head, I have obscurity instead.

Its not hard to be humble when no one knows you’re there.

Ask me, see if I care.

Could I possibly stand up to fame?

You don’t know my name.

I am honest, I am poor.

May the truth endure.

Tich Ennis

7th February, 2018

Normal People

Normal people like my stuff, so I heard, that’s enough.

Young and old alike, the rest get on your bike.

I sing what I like.

The best of the old is great, it was new once, age is your fate.

Why hesitate?

I won’t say more, I could say less.

My parting words, God bless.

It cheers me up to ring a friend, try it, this is not the end.

Make do and mend.

Eternal friend.

Tich Ennis

7th February, 2018

Should I Stop?

Should I stop trying to succeed in the real world, this planet Earth?

For what its worth.

Give my stuff away free, that’s me.

How many paid money or even bought me a drink?

Let me think.

Some yes, some few, God bless.

People say they love my work, that’s pleasing.

That’s the reason.

Officially I am ignored, apparently the powers that be are bored.

Maybe I should stop trying if people aren’t buying.

And stop crying.

I don’t know. On I go.

More later, alligator.

Tich Ennis

7th February, 2018