Tag Archives: PR

Artist

I am an artist, I just want to make.

If I said I was in PR I’d be a fake.

Who wants to manufacture distribute and sell?

To me that’s Hell.

What price the Liberty Bell?

So almost no one knows of me or my output, my work, my art.

My breaking heart.

I don’t want to cry on your shoulder, I might shrink your collar.

Can you spare a dollar?

Nothing is free, not even me.

I am unwritten history.

I will have to learn to swim sometime.

Doing nothing is a crime.

I speak metaphorically of course, I’m a poet, not a horse.

Some idiot asked do I not know how to swim, that’s Michael O’Brien, that’s him.

Can I get anything into anyone’s thick head?

I’ll keep trying until I’m dead.

By swim I meant come down to Earth, get in the swim of things.

Knock on doors, try bell rings.

Must I speak simply as if everyone is a dope?

Including myself and the Pope.

Some hope.

Tich Ennis

11th September, 2017

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Court

Blackening one person’s name does not make another’s white.

If you believe that of yourself, goodnight.

So are some people shades of grey as far as you may know?

Including yourself, you ought to know.

Who is your judge and who are you to judge?

Yourself I say, and do not fudge.

As far as I am concerned the jury’s out.

I am inclined to give myself the benefit of the doubt.

Tich Ennis

3rd September, 2017

Prize Poem

Should I enter for a poetry competition when I never win?

To quote myself, when do I begin?

Has it all been said before, who am I to speak?

A nobody yet somebody my voice has not grown weak.

I speak for all who speak for true, I speak for me, I speak for you.

Do I need to win a prize?

I walk under rainy skies.

A poet lives, a poet dies.

A prize would come as a surprise.

To an unknown such as I.

I dare ask why.

I do not believe a lie.

I butter up no buttercup.

So I am told to shut up.

My answer, no.

So on I go.

The fee is money down the drain.

Irish criminals live in Spain.

Is it a crime to write in rhyme?

I write for now and all time.

I mean what I say.

Meanwhile the world puts on a play and looks the other way.

I do not want a prize, acclaim.

Here below I write my name.

Money would be welcome, who pays for poetry?

Don’t ask me.

I live in Hell, all is not well.

An artist describes what he sees.

Who wants truth in times like these?

Who makes honey, honeybees.

So alone I wander on.

If I enter, money gone.

Am I sorry just for me?

No, I’m sad for history.

Will I, won’t I, should I do it?

Its only money, there’s nothing to it.

I am in two minds, as you may see.

A schizophrenic, that’s me.

Who will win, someone better?

Or in common parlance, wetter.

Come on world, must do better!

I’ll leave it at that.

As Shakespeare said, I smell a rat.

There’s something rotten in the state.

I hold my nose, await my fate.

This poem may go on too long.

Am I right or am I wrong?

Should I take up writing prose?

I don’t know, maybe, I suppose.

God knows.

Tich Ennis

2nd September, 2017

 

Truth Tellers

Truth tellers are not welcome it seems to me.

Oh well, the best is yet to be.

Can I have a good cup of tea?

Look all around you, see the worst.

So much with lies and falsehood cursed.

Hear everyday ordinary political speech.

Is the truth beyond their reach?

Or ours.

Grow flowers.

I write by the way of a bouquet.

This is what I have to say.

People say what suits them not what they think about a lot of things.

This is true of many kings.

Note I do not say all.

Extremism could kill us all.

That’s all.

Tich Ennis

28th July, 2017

That’s All

I self published a book of my writing. A person who read it said to my brother “He means what he says”. Why not? My father said say what you mean and mean what you say. I do. Who doesn’t? Many.

I have not got many likes or followers of my writing on my blog. I don’t want fake likers or followers.   If you like my stuff, like it, otherwise don’t say you do. Mean what you say. If your stuff is good I will like it and say so. It is good if you mean it, otherwise not. The world and especially the internet is full of fakes. We live in the post truth society. I am not a member. Are you? If so, go away or change your course.   There are genuine people. Those are the followers and likers I want.

I am not in the game of if you like my stuff I will like yours. How many times do I need to say it? I mean what I say.   I mean what I write. I believe words mean what they say. I said to a friend I may be unusual in that.   He said you are. So what?

There are many phrases, stance adopting, grandstanding, poseur, fake, pseud, I’ve had it up to here with the lot of them.   All day every day they’re at it.   The games people play was a book and a film. Never saying what they mean never meaning what they say. A song too.   And true. If you want to write be yourself, then you are true. Its that easy and that hard. That’s why people don’t do it. Show your feelings, for Heaven’s sake!   Then you are you. As you were born to be. To be or not to be, Shakespeare. Great writer because true.

To be original be yourself, as above. You are unique when yourself. Not a fake, a nothing. All artists and people worthy of the name are themselves, the genuine article, the real thing, and different. Not a copy. That’s how to be. It’s the only way. The world is crying out for the real thing. Give it to them. That’s my way, the only way. Yours too when you are you. People are sick to death of fakes and fakery. I am. I’m not the only one.

We have reached peak bullshit, a book says. If you don’t like it don’t do it. Belief is proved by action. Actions speak louder than words. The crap is as high as an elephant’s eye. You know that too.   So do I and many more. Not on my blog, or book if I write another.

Do you want the real thing? You know you do. Me too. These are my feelings.   What are yours? Share them. Tell them.   Show them. That’s you. Practice makes perfect. Stop faking! Mean what you say and say what you mean. Have fun while you’re at it. It’s the real thing or nothing. That’s all.

Tich Ennis

1st July, 2017

Depend

You can’t depend on the weather in Ireland or anything else at all.

Hear politicians talking, they might as well be talking to the wall.

They make no sense at all.

Ireland is rather small.

Does it punch above its weight in anything or is it fate?

We’re not bad at talking, when will we start walking?

We wrote some books, we sang some songs, we tried to right some wrongs.

Occasionally, once or twice, we get it right.

We emigrate, take flight.

Beannacht De libh, good night.

Alright.

Another wonderful day, as Beckett said.

Cheer up, you could be dead.

Tich Ennis

30th June, 2017

 

Daniel Day Lewis

I live in the same world as you.

Are you an actor too?

Some words have been true.

It means meaning what you say.

Not just saying have a nice day.

The word just is used to justify.

It means it’s a lie.

It means you don’t care what you say, I do.

I gave up acting, did you?

Acting is only acting when its true.

When its real.

You are not on stage, are you?

Tich Ennis

25th June, 2017