Tag Archives: Humour

Examination

To examine one’s own life and the life all about.

To find them wanting, how do I fit in, how do I get out?

To understand everything and find the cure.

How to do it I’m not sure.

The road to perdition is a war of attrition.

People fall like flies, a part of me dies.

The world belongs to the wise.

Must I wear disguise?

Do I pass with honours my exam or just say damn?

Having examined through a microscope I believe in hope.

Yours faithfully, a dope.

Tich Ennis

24th February, 2018

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My Rubbish

I’m dumping my rubbish on your doorstep and hope you find something interesting there.

The detritus of a life made of moon and stars and many, many bars.

Something to rhyme, care.

Sweep up after me pick up the orange peels and potato skins.

Once upon a time love begins.

No gold here just beer mats and memories of kisses, girls and all the rest.

Love is best.

A life spent looking and searching, did I find?

Only what you find here I have my secrets never, never mind.

Is it true if I was behind the bar no one would buy a drink?

Let me think.

Here is the kitchen sink.

Tich Ennis

21st February, 2018

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

Nameless

Do you have to be semi mad or sick to get a following, do I do the trick?

It is necessary to define your terms before you are eaten by worms.

What is mad and what is sane and what is pleasure, what is pain?

We each are mad in our own way, am I mad, what do you say?

If mad is different then I’m glad, I wish to be completely mad.

We are different and the same, madness I am glad you came.

All I love are different, that is so.

For instance Kafka and Van Gogh.

I am a snail so I am slow.

Let us eat a lettuce leaf.

Life is not only always grief.

Tich Ennis

19th February, 2018

The Road

There is a road where our house used to be a man said to me.

My old family home has now thirteen houses on the site, alright.

The only constant is change said some Indian man.

Is this God’s plan?

If things remained the same life would be very tame.

More of the same.

Each day is different, you have good days and bad.

Don’t let the weather drive you mad.

Its not that bad.

I lived in a house with a lovely view, now I’m happy where I am.

God don’t say damn.

What a fool I am.

Someone said I should write a song.

Where do I belong?

This is my song.

Don’t let me go wrong.

How long, oh Lord, how long?

How long is the road home?

Home is where you are.

So said my guiding star.

I am, I am, you are.

Friends disappear and new ones come along.

A neverending song.

I sing my song.

Move with the times or die.

I tell no lie.

Tich Ennis

14th 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

 

 

 

Genuine

The real thing is recognised, the real thing is true.

Its taken me some time to realise, I pass this on to you.

The real thing is genuine, the real thing is not fake.

Beware of huckster snake oil salesmen on the make.

I think that’s why I liked Obama, he meant what he said.

He got elected once or twice, now he’s as good as dead.

Its worth it to mean what you say, you have your self respect.

The world appears to want fantasy, the world is not correct.

The few who are genuine in whatever field, they shine the light of truth, they never never yield.

You prefer the genuine when you eat a cake.

Thank God I say to myself not everything is fake.

You are in the presence of greatness when you are in the presence of the true.

Are you?

Tich Ennis

8th February, 2018