Best Enya Poems

Like the Evening Star guided ancient mariners through calm or troubled seas
Let it guide and help spread this message of Peace to the far ends of galaxies

May it become the ‘Swan Song Poem’ of all time for one and all to see and perhaps even...

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The Duck That Lost His Quack


A Duck woke up late one day last week,
And all he could do was to squeak.
He looked everywhere and listened to different things, 
Even heard sounds all around, from pings to zings.

For example, he tried many gates, stairs, and barn...

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Marry Your Best Friend To Get the Best of Both Worlds

Not many can claim they met their spouse in a battle of wits
much less the fabled (don't believe a word of it!) Internet.
But my uncle, he's not many. And my new aunt? Well she's a...

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Clam on me had closed her two arms
Captivating me and my many charms
Then the next thing that I did know
Drug me under and never let go.

Bone by bone they went asleep
I did end up in the ocean deep
When people down have went
What they see now...

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Two Cats On A Windowsill

"Hey, Enya."
"Yes, Tammy."
"Do you see what I see?"
"What do you see Tammy?"
"Things in the air, swirling and looking like they're having so much fun!"
"Oh yes, Tammy, you are watching the dancing of the dead."
"Dead, Enya?"
"Yes, Tammy. The leaves are dead."
"I hope...

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As we live each day trying to find out about life	
Questioning the misery and all the pain and strife
"Pilgrim on your journey you may travel far
Pilgrim it's a long way to find out who you are"
Sometimes it's hard to stay on the right track
You begin...

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Chiseled face from Cliffs of Moher
On Keyboard slender fingers prance
Mastery, knowledge daily Growing
Lonely for so many years
Inner world you do embrace

Meticulous diary for keep
Enya Brennan;s eyes enriched with glow
Noting if those are worth
Through numerous heaps...

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"White the Lowest Sky"



Cries the Lowest Sky 
tear drops fed as manna
o’er the littlest warrior 
face raised to ultra Light

The 3
that sit in Ultra Gamma
there cries the lowest Sky
the voice that ever hears you

Cries the Lowest Sky
eyes, full wet plates of
overflowing Jade 
raised to Mother...

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The waves sounded so strong to me,
Stronger, heavier, thicker, tickly tilted.
I looked at it tail and head, picking the
Grains of its eyebrows dashing away;
It made my hair stood still on my neck.
When I looked, it was poetry; a poetic words
Sounding, gliding in gayish embryo like...

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The sapphire sun of what-were dreams
Setting in the forsaken east
My winters' desperation clung to your silent voice
Let death be a choice
Dusk revealed your truest nature
Before her argentine eyes
'Tis the darkest of tragedies, romances' maladies
Let your forgiveness be la Vie In this frozen air
The wings of...

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"Jealousy is just insecurity masked."
     ~Serena Mott

"If you use your words as a weapon, then  as a weapon, I'll shed no tears."
     ~"Words as a Weapon" Birdy

"You play on every weakness that you see in me."
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Yeah, life here is being mean,
Everything behind me is not clean,
Trying best to hold you prove we`re never demeaned.
Nkasa pii, esans3 bibia ny3 basaa over what we`ve seen.
Days pass by teaching us the scope of hard times,
The season bounded for us without crimes,
I can`t anticipate...

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Of-gentle beginning-and tender song ... !

That we would gratify love 
in its truest affection. 

Stand stead fast-
uphold it yield to no other-duty ... !

To-have our-souls' so-identified-unified coexisting-
exclusively-mid-this ... .

To-live, would I die to give the measure of my-soul-
just-to-have this ... once ... !

So place me...

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Every day comes a new beginning
Listening to her breath-taking lyrics
Her Melodious symphony 
She connects me to her world
Where I leap in enthusiasm
When said, her melody pacifies,
Depressed, her symphony elates me
And lost in the maze of her magnificent cacophony
She lifts me, out of my trepidation.

Enya...

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And in a pinch reluctantly talk to yours truly,
a very reformed Jew rarely attends Synagogue,
(he who cannot be named) hails from Prague
offtimes provides a wonderful monologue,
whereby his eloquence usually finds me agog.

Propinquity between scribe
of Schwenksville (Pennsylvania)
heavily shuns engaging in diatribe
loathes bombastic, egotistic,
imperialistic, narcissistic, terroristic...
zealot trumpeting...

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