CelticPoet

O'Blessed Oath Bless this alter powers that be, Enrich the spells that flow through me; With Water, Earth, and Air, and Fire Bring about what I desire. But let it cause no harm or ill, No malice be done by my will. By Sun and Moon and Starlit night, By virtue of this magik right. By wisdom great that guides the hand, By all the beauty in the land. By sacred mystery of the Moon, By secrets held within Earth's womb. By steadfast love that guides the heart, Embracing all, no more to part. By angels bright that sing so free, Invest the magik power in me.

Affirmation In tears I do pray That he wants to stay And not just become A blur, A memory lost With time it had cost To wrought a kiss from A cur. But his eyes, his nose- While vacancy shows- And smells of nature’s Sweet myrrh, They all play a part Ensnaring my heart But how he feels I’m Not sure. His voice is so soft Rendering aloft Kindness that just can’t Deter. But I can’t shake out The feelings of doubt Unless he and I Confer -Devin 08 Dedicated to Max

Giving Ground Life will give you choices And life will deal you pain Over coming obstacles Determines whether your sane Friendship lasts forever And love is till the end But what is love to any One unless they start as friends Roll it over your mind But not for all too long Dwelling long on anything Makes answers just seem wrong If it is meant to be Then let us just let live But if it’s just not right for You then forget and forgive Obsession holds a grudge But love can hold no bounds If space is what is needed Then my love can give you ground -Devin 08 Dedicated to Max

Why do I defend my wrongful place For the boy that's rightfully his? When all I want is to be held and loved. If he's not the one then who is? We loved and lost for one brief moment. My eternity went streaking by. Our love had faded far to quickly. Has it all just been one great lie? As i try to think back my memory lapsed. All that's left is a blur. I want to remember the great times and great pleasures Of what we had and once were. But now he's gone and I must move on So this poem I shall leave for him So he can remember what we once shared Which is now just a reoccuring whim.

It was midsumers night That I rose from slumber With the pitter patter Of the rain's splatter. I had leaped from my bed For that of sounding great, The thunderous fury Frightened me in its wake. I sped to the window To see in all greatness The wonders of life's gift Given to us so blissed. Gazing into the night With envy in my soul I admire life's beauty ...let the thunder roll