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 when I'm dead I have that much fun, Enya."
"I hope so too Tammy."
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Categories:
enya, cat,
Form: Free verse
Come with me to the Nirvana Cafe!
Where you find lotus blossom tea and frangipani incense.
Divine, aromatic , sublime, ambiance.
Where soft music fills you soul with Enya or Yanni melodies.
You are in touch with your chakras and soul vibrations.
Chimes tinkle in tbe gentlest of winds, soft sensations.
No such thing as desire, or suffering here.
Just a place of perfect peace and happiness.
So, come with me now to the Nirvana Cafe.
Your presence and mindfulness, will softly glimmer.
Such total beauty, do not delay!
A gardenia touched, a star brushed night!
2/2/2021
~1~
Categories:
enya, fantasy, imagery, inspiration, peace,
Form: Free verse
When all this world in fear and darkness walks,
I turn off TV or radio and will not by negativity be stalked.
I control what flows into my soul and mind.
And abhor the cruelness I hear, which is so very unkind.
The world, sadly, seems to have lost any gratitude.
Take a look at the huge amount of destructive arttitude.
Hatred of world leaders is a habit not necessary.
Maybe you need sweets from a confectionary?
We pen as if were darlings from the universe?
If so~ that's a very sick attitude and brazenly terse.
Be loving of The Word and do forgive others.
We go around only once and there is not another.
Jazz, New Age music, Enya, Ron Korb, Kimo West.
Puts my very crazed mind to rest.
Then does my pen bloom like a flower.
Especially, when it is close.to the midnight hour!
10/29/2020
Categories:
enya, inspiration, music, peace,
Form: Couplet
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 a foetus.
The zygote of its waves drummed heavily on
The mouth of my scribbing pen.
I heard the sound over and over...
Sounding, recording, beating, appealing
To my soul as I moved to touch a head;
A head of poetry and caress a tail I saw;
A buttressed beautiful tail of poetry.
The elephantry of my eardrum stood,
A word I never knew came tempting,
A song I never sang rose in my throat.
I wish I could write a poem I can't read,
I wish I could read a poem I can't write;
The sound waves I can't listen to here,
A word that can't be combined to form a sentence.
In the physics of my heart I knew I have fallen
In love with a sound waves so pure like the
Rhythm of Enya.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
Categories:
enya, absence, autumn, body,
Form: Classicism
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 is a monument.
Jim Horn
for Enya MacGabann
Categories:
enya, lost love, drug,
Form: Couplet
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
Categories:
enya, art, loneliness, lonely, longing,
Form: Acrostic
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
Categories:
enya, inspirational,
Form: Blank verse
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 to believe you'll never get back
"All God's children get weary when they roam
Don't it make you want to go home"
"Every day seems a little longer
Every day love's a little stronger"
Now you pray That love will last forever
While Johnny Mathis sings about the "Twelfth of Never"
Now you've found the woman of your dreams
And all of the world is right it seems
She said that She will always be mine
"She's in love with me and I feel fine."
"Pilgrim" by Enya
"Don't It Make You Want to go Home" by Joe South
"Every Day" by Buddy Holly
"The Twelfth of Never" by Johnny Mathis
"I Feel Fine" by The Beatles
Categories:
enya, music, day, day, love,
Form: Couplet
As fine an inspiration
The redwood trees are
They still are too huge
To fall down off of
Listening to an Enya song
Covering my heart with music
Soothing the grumpy soul
That lies deep within
Maybe I’ll dance
Under the stars bright
Grooving to the moves of night
Taking down these redwoods
Till the morning light
Russell Sivey
Categories:
enya, life,
Form: Free verse