Enchanted music
E nya your music fills my soul with hope
N ear or far it follows me, leading home
C lannad too I’ve loved from my youth
H eaven gained your dear sister recently
A ll my love zooms to you in your castle
N ever alone she lives in your heart forever
T he music of celts never dies
E nchanted sounds free the soul to fly
D rums , fiddles, harps sounds magically to the ear, voices serenading me
M usic truly sets my spirit free, inspires me
U nder angel wings we fly the celtic way
S ounds Majestic live forevermore
I thank you Moya Brennan and Enya from my celtic heart
C aptivates this land, sounds of music devine
Written in loving memory of Moya Brennan
RIP Queen of Celts forever, thank you for the music.
Enya keep singing
By Scottydotti April 2026
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fear'd them
nay
fear'd them
you bet
'tiz theirn gaze
deep mine
pupil
each
read mine think
feel mine
ripple'd
one iz pretty
thuh other one
iz pretty
holy trinity
fancy green three leaf clover
celtic tradition
This Cosmos knows all must escape the war.
The sky beckons peace for the Bard's journey,
Hoping there will be joy forevermore.
Music, dance, poetry--art is beauty!
Raise a cheer for nature's forest bounty.
Let's gather memories that are gleeful!
The green woodlands breathe with vitality
And gift to us a rocky pocketful!
Awen drifts through every breath of nature,
Kindling the mind with vivid ideas,
Flying forward to chase the bright future.
Bards guard pure hearts as meek overseers.
Every balm that will make us feel better
Spills from the Cosmos' wildest pleasure!
I wasn't truly attuned to the Bard
Who tried to show cosmic significance.
On the dark moonlit forest's stage, he starred.
His Bardic thoughts defying arrogance.
I met the night Bard while he was singing
In chorus with Oaks of the magic grove.
Sprouting with seedlings was his beginning.
Raised in the forest, his true treasure trove.
This bounty lies protected by wet clouds.
It seems nature knows how to calculate
The number of elements it enshrouds,
Even as they waltz on the lovely lake.
The wind plays the wooden flute merrily,
Pleasing the Stars with chants of forestry.
Come, dance with me, my Celtic Queen,
by Luna's grace, two lovers seen.
Into the night we sing love's song,
in passion's embrace we both belong.
On the breath of desire I hold you near,
You are the flame to which I steer.
We dance through the stars ever shining,
silver passion is never dividing.
Oh, glory divine, your beauty does shine,
each night I taste of love's sweetest wine.
Your heart is ever a living flame,
my heart burning love, just the same.
The music of love is serenading,
our passion and desire generating.
My Celtic Queen, gently flow into my soul.
Heaven's grace shall be our ultimate goal.
All my tomorrows ever sing to you,
our passion and desire are ever true.
Stay in my arms as the sttars gently sing,
as all my love to you I dfo bring.
We dance to passion's song, with love in crimson heart,
from passionate glory we shall never part.
I lose myself within your soul,
the crimson journey our ultimate goal.
Come, lie with me, in our chasms of light,
as we lie in the glory of Luna's night.
You are the glory that is ever seen,
come, dance with me, my Celtic Queen.
in a land of make-believe
i roam the meadows
of a celtic realm where
bagpipes haunt the air by day
and in the midnight hour
harps are played by angels
in my world of fantasy
i own a castle by the sea
and have a voice of gold
i sing irish folk songs
all day long while looking
out my tower at the beauty
and i'm as happy as can be
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
There was an old man who marched in Dublin,
danced to malachite past, wore shammocks lean.
Guinness stout in clinking glass
he drank whole night en masse.
Through the day he dreamed Celtic dreams umpteen.
Gremlin, imp, leprechaun and puck
Tried to push their Celtic luck
Dwarf, gnome and faerie came along
They all joined in on a joyful March song
St. Patty’s day is only a week away
They laughed and joked and skipped away
If you see the tree leaves moving in the breeze
Tell them hello for me, if you please
Near our late year approach, A Celtic feast and festivities, around a wood blaze Hoge. On the first of the eleventh month, wine and beer by the barrel is sunk, and merrily a few of many will start their new year drunk.
Cloaked attire to scare off and warn, unwanted spirits of all shapes or form.
Children's songs they sing in rhyme, All Hallows Eve! do they shriek out and cry.
Markings drawn door to door, Candlesticks and spooky shrines.
what began as once a feared holiday
now for so many a celebratory time.
bonfire red hair
beautiful celtic princess
irelands finest
Stay wild
Celtic child
Splash in the Irish sea
Dry your self with a bonfire’s heat
Whisper your secrets to the moon
while the bodhrán beats out an ancient tune.
Play hide and seek in the tomb of the Queens
Then, naked upon a bed of flowers, softly dream
Scottish dog sits on his Celtic mama’s lap
Barking, growling, and lunging at every sap
Who dares to try to court his mama, Miss LaBlap.
You’ll never get married, says her Grandpa Rap.
That may be says his granddaughter, who likes to clap.
But I need my doggie, he keeps suiters from annoying me during my nap.
You are the only woman I know who likes being single said Grandma Rap.
Scottish dog began growling at her too, and lunged at her lap.
you were never properly afraid of my antlers
in the grass that pierced our feet and the trains
kept on rolling by tracks I wished I'd made but
they would have flowed up trees to their branches
not cities where you hid behind walls, you were
never properly afraid of my antlers that I grew
in my dying days to sing in sways of our leaves
Celtic through and through
Irish from her tip to her toe
Ginger haired with verdent eyes
Her face is the map of Ireland
She must be from Dublin one guesses.
Another thinks she walked out of a rainbow.
She’s reputed to have lived with leprechauns.
The girl smiles to herself.
Being British and German, she feels smug
Because she has pulled a trick
on a shamrock maker
and the governor of Cork.
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