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Next month I start to learn the guitar.

Will I be a star?

That depends on the teacher and the taught.

I will bring the guitar I bought.

Either I have potential or I dont.

He said not to learn bad habits, I won’t.

I know nothing at all.

I love music, that’s all.

If I have it in me it will come out.

The teacher and I will bring that about.

Am I musical, that remains to be seen.

Like Ireland I am green, you know what I mean.

Tich Ennis

19th January, 2019


Poor Mouth

The Irish love complaining, its called poor mouthing here.

About the price of beer.

Or anything at all, building a wall.

Maybe it’s the weather, it changes all the time.

Its not always raining, there is some sunshine.

They also run each other down, they get me down.

A smile is a frown turned upside down.

And also, if you say you will do something they say it won’t work.

We have each other to put up with, I don’t own a Merc.

Still, we have our saving graces.

Our horses win races.

Our music is good, not everything is bad.

We’re not all mad.

Tich Ennis

10th December, 2018


God killed himself for our sake.

I was at his wake.

We are figments of a divine imagination.

Possibly hallucination.

The universe never ceases to amaze.

All our days.

But, isn’t suicide mad?

All the same, aren’t you glad?

Call us specks of dust if you must.

In whom should we put our trust?

God is dead I said, that’s a no-no.

There is a dancing place called Whiskey-A-Go-Go.

Strike up the music, dance in harmony.

Who knows what may happen with the miracle of modern technology?

I know that last line doesn’t scan, but I’m only a man.

Tich Ennis

5th December, 2018

Door Of Heaven

The door of Heaven is not locked, the handle is broken.

Does everything work in Hoboken?

Knock and they will let you in if they see you, or go in the back door.

Do you need to know more?

Is it really Heaven I’m talking about or Eddie Rocket’s in Arklow?

Its stopped raining, sooner or later I’ll have to go.

When can we have Heaven here below?

Let me know.

10th November, 2018


I am sorry to shock you with my sense of humour.

That I am always serious is a rumour.

Rumours are often, as in this case, false.

I prefer rock’n’roll to the waltz.

Yes, I love Mozart in the background.

I enjoy the sound.

I realise Americans have different spelling.

In the next war please stop shelling.

Tich Ennis

3rd Novermber, 2018


The rain is, guess what, falling!

Isn’t it appalling?

I was planning on going out.

And about.

Not far.

To a coffee bar.

Maybe I still will.

Climb that hill.

Metaphorically speaking.

Was that a mouse squeaking?

I’m glad my roof is not leaking.

Ought I wear my boots?

Its not that bad, don’t be mad.

Rain brings flower shoots.

And fertilises roots.

Look on the good side.

Put up your hood and hide.


Tich Ennis

3rd November, 2018


Nothing would surprise you now, convention is out the window anyhow.

Moderation appears dead, extremism is here instead.

Mad is sane and sane is mad, bad is good and good is bad.

Or so they say and so they act.

Now there’s no such thing as fact.

Logic and reason are no more, anger rules from shore to shore.

When love is hate and hate is love who believes in God above?

Well not many, that’s for sure, we live on and eat manure.

Lies are truth and truth is lies much to a wise man’s surprise.

What next, will war be declared peace?

Oh sanity, may your tears cease.

Tich Ennis

29th October, 2018