Wednesday, 16 August 2017

A Bitter Pill To Swallow

Will you have a care,
Or will you beware
As my all is laid bare.

Come back to me
And you will see
Peace and harmony.

We were good together,
And for my forever
You will be a treasure.

We split up when I was ill,
Which gave you a grave chill
As I seemed to have lost my will.

With deteriorating health -
Sometimes in stealth -
I tormented yourself.

I was respectfully willing
For a new beginning
From my insane sinning.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 16/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 15 August 2017

Philanthropy Of Me And She

We had a blossoming romance,
Cut short by my mentality,
I was insanely in a trance
Of a dire gravity travesty.

I wasn’t to blame for being insane,
And I still love you with feelings true,
I am now humbly and modestly tame
And seek you to respectfully woo.

We had a mutual friendship
Throughout our courtship,
We enjoyed each other’s company
And were both open with honesty.

We were both open books to read,
We fed each other with greed
Of philosophising philanthropy
Of me and she being a we.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 15/08/2017

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Monday, 14 August 2017

Me And Clare Were Good As A Pair

I am pining for you to come around;
I am well and am feeling sound,
I will offer you a few rhymes
To express myself with new times.

I don’t even know if you still love me so,
I am in the dark and you are my glow,
A beacon delight from my gripe
Of you taking flight from a fight.

I fought a battle from within,
Expressing myself with ill-health,
To you I was committing sin
By stressing what I was transgressing.

I was out of luck
When I cut myself up
About thinking of you
With feelings so blue.

But now I wonder how you are,
And I write and type from afar,
As you haven’t left a door ajar
At your house or in your car.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 14/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Still Loving Your Love

I loved your essence for life,
You could free me from my strife
Of not having you as my wife.

You were always pleasing
Which was appealing
While we were loving.

I liked a hug from you,
You kept me from feeling blue,
I now have you to pursue.

We had a sincere friendship
Throughout our loving courtship,
You were fashionable and hip.

I liked you in a pretty dress,
You always used to impress
At knowing what was the best.

I listened to what you had to say,
And would converse in a way
To try and brighten up your day.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 14/08/2017

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Sunday, 13 August 2017

Being Productive With Being Constructive

Do you think I Am being expressively creative,
As I am constructive with being productive,
My verses of you I will write and type
With all of my God given might.

Are you being rationally sane
In what you might respectfully gain,
As I like honour In I name
And will not play the game of being insane.

I was mad, and you did make me glad,
But I was sad, and being a dad
I had responsibilities to honour
As I do savour my respectable behaviour.

You are adrift, and were I a boat
I would hold you aloft with a gloat
From my throat, that you are precious
And have never been pretentious.

I love you with all of my essence,
And without any pretence
I will truthfully adhere
To you being my near and dear.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 13/08/2017

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I Plea To Fi To See

I’ve been to see the mother of my children,
She enquires with ‘what, how and when,
She delves into my affairs with a care
And tries spending my money with a flare.

I admire her so, and wanted her to know
That my love for her as a mother does grow,
She does what she can for our offspring
And their praises she does respectfully sing.

She’s been looking after Lacey May,
Who broke her arm the other day,
She had been with her nan out at play
And her love for her does not sway.

She is single at the current moment,
And has her eye on no-one,
She is graceful in her movement
And is looking forward to some fun.

© Andrew Stevenson 13/08/2017

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Saturday, 12 August 2017

Are You Blue Too

You were hot with your heat,
A comforting warmth to keep,
I fondly remember you
With fresh feelings to renew.

You took away most of my pain,
At times keeping me sane,
I had your respectful blessing
Of my history of transgressing.

I liked your passion for life,
You suffered a little strife,
You were knowledgeable
About being deeply regretful.

Your past was to haunt you,
Making you tearfully blue,
I embraced your emotions
With empathic supplications.

I long for to see your face
And feel your sweet embrace,
And would you offer me a kiss
I would be in a serenity bliss.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 12/08/2017

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Friday, 11 August 2017

Worlds Apart

Am I in a world of my own,
As are you out of reach,
I have greatly sewn
Words of you being a peach.

I will type poems your way
Enticing you to play,
Will you be reciprocal
To this testimonial.

You were glorious
In being pious,
I was openly in denial
And am now on trial.

Judge me rationally
And fairly, and we will see
Truth and light harmony
Within our tranquillity.

I fell in love with our Saviour
And adhered to behaviour
Of preaching His teaching
To those reaching.

Share in my sanity
And pleasingly
Come back to me
Waiting patiently.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Fishing For You

Are you being fair
In us becoming a pair,
You used to care
And also share.

You used to love me,
And with sensitivity
We can again be free
To being happy in glee.

I am now sensible
And not irritable
As I am now stable
And fully able.

I am out at sea
Fishing respectfully
For you to bite
And not take flight.

Now you are in stealth;
I have good-health;
Let’s get together –
A loving endeavour.

You are a treasure
And for my forever
I will praise your name
To never wain.

I am now not insane,
I’m sorry for your pain
That I regrettably caused
While I was phased.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/08/2017

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I Plead Guilty Over You

I am grieving
As I am believing
You don’t want to see
Us being merry and happy.

I’ve been waiting a duration
For you to return my supplication,
That is respectfully appealing
With humble reasoning.

You are a judge in my trial
And I plead guilty over you,
Please don’t be in denial
With my pursuing to woo.

I was remanded into your custody
An act of sincere sensibility,
And with this rationality
I still was feeling free.

I am not searching for another,
As you are my only lover,
Come back to me and discover
How we will always be together.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/08/2017

Thursday, 10 August 2017

You Were A Blessing

We liked talking while walking,
You were a testimony of how to be,
Being Christianly in your endeavour
Of braving our stormy weather.

I was cut up and out of luck
When we did break-up,
I still hold you in my favour
And this will never sever.

I was mad with being bad
To my respectful-self;
But now I am glad
Not suffering ill-health.

I would love to hold you,
And whisper sweet-nothings,
We had a love so true
With a mass of blessings.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 10/08/2017

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Tuesday, 8 August 2017

Feeling Blue Over You

I am terribly missing you,
I can’t help feeling blue;
You had a love so true.
You were all I desired
And I have never tired
Of pursuing you in a way
Of enticing you to play –
Come back to me I say.

You are my poetic endeavour,
And while I discover whether
You are still interested in me,
We will both possibly see
Peace and harmony tranquillity
In us coming to be a we.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 08/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 7 August 2017

My Mate Nearly At Heaven’s Gate

Peter drinks too much,
He is sadly out of touch
With how to behave
Leading him to the grave.

A year to live the doctor said
With Peter being off his head,
He has now laid his bed
Expecting soon to be dead.

He has lived life with strife
And has tossed the dice
To decide to act nice
Or act like ice with a price.

He will make you pay
For acting in affray
As he has responsibility
With respectability.

He has honour in his name,
And while he is diagnosed as insane,
He still plays the respectful game
Of being humbly and modestly tame.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/08/2017

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Down On His Luck

My friend, Peter, has had a shock
With tremors electrifying,
He has had a mild heart attack
Which was quite petrifying.

He now must respectfully beware
And have an extra personal care;
He does drink and smoke a lot
Where it now sets in its rot.

He is being studied for dementia,
A prospect he doesn’t savour,
As he doesn’t want irrational behaviour
To take a hold with one so bold.

He accepts he is getting old
But he will still scold
And have subordinates told
About having respectability.

He has a vulnerability
To Julie, Mustard and me,
And rides a mobility scooter
With every departure.

No matter how much he gets
He has always been poor,
He has lots of regrets
But has known the score.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/08/2017

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Saturday, 5 August 2017

Full With Love

I was full of stress,
But now I have less,
Thinking of you
Makes me less blue.
Your curves I remember
Were a sight to savour;
And with a palatable taste
I will make haste.

You used to be fruitful
In being graceful,
You were my peach
While you were within reach.
Your appetite for me was full
To which we were both grateful.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 06/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Not Mad But Sad

I am no longer mad,
But I am quite sad,
As my Babe is away
To stray another’s way.
She is not within reach,
And I humbly preach
That she is a peach
In every possible way.

You were fruitful
And mindful
Not to hurt me,
And while I’m tame
I’m still in pain -
That you don’t see.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 05/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Desiring You

Am I achieving
Or are you seething,
I am grieving
At your disbelieving.

You dwell in your hell
For a durational spell,
And I will dispel
My wants for now.

I am honourably tame,
And respectfully gain
What does remain –
Me loving the same.

You loved with a passion,
And without sedation
You would be a sensation
Without derision.

We shared and cared
And with our all laid bare
We had a passionate flare
To have a personal care.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 05/08/2017

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I Will Type And Write With All Of My Might

Am I being creatively constructive
In how I am poetically productive,
You are an inspiration in my endeavours
And are worth more than any treasures.

You are gold to behold being bold,
And were I bold I would have you told
For being lax in your facts about my texts,
As I am vexed being a suspect.

Am I on trial for being in denial
Of your guile for a while
While we were respectfully together
Enduring stormy weather.

I plead guilty for loving you,
Will your sentence hold true
To me feeling blue to pursue
You with greed to woo.

You would be a welcome relief
From suffering my grief
Of being apart from you
As I have feelings to renew.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 05/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 4 August 2017

Regardless Of Our Time Apart

We have been apart a lustrum,
Yet our paths have not yet begun
Believing together in the Son.

You were a sight to see -
A vision of beauty -
Will you come to be with me.

I cherished your every move,
You were into the groove
Of satisfying to sooth.

You had me in a trance
With how you did chance
Pleasing me with a dance.

I liked you in a dress,
This did impress
My palatable digest.

You liked me in a shirt,
Dressed smartly for work,
I used to smirk.

Clare, I love you so,
You are going slow
With being in tow.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 04/08/2017

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Wednesday, 2 August 2017

Am I Being Intrusive

You are being elusive,
Am I being intrusive,
Where do you hide
Not enjoying our ride.

You believed in me,
Our way was to be,
We respectfully shared
And lovingly cared.

You were my desire,
I will never tire
Of possibly courting you -
A bird that flew.

Are you grazing in pastures new,
Without the need to pursue
What I hold to be true -
Fresh feelings for you.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Very Humble

Mustard does greet
At his guests’ feet -
As he lies on the rug
Giving no-one a hug.

He’ll shake your palm
With a vice like grip:
He has some charm
And also some wit.

He is now on pills
Suffering some ills,
As his life is sorrow
With the same tomorrow.

He drinks everyday
Staying the same way;
He’ll share his alcohol
Being reciprocal.

He is a good mate
Having a good trait
Of borrowing you cash
If you politely ask.

His way might lead to decay
But that’s how he does play,
He is already quite big
But doesn’t eat like a pig.

In his own particular way
He will have the last say,
But he’ll wish you good day
Having enjoyed your stay.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/08/2017

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Monday, 31 July 2017

Saviour Behaviour

My friend, Must, lies on the floor,
He has been call names such as rug-rat,
He has nearly always been poor
And has unhealthily been fat.

He doesn't eat much, but the drink
Takes him to the brink of despair
Where he doesn't rationally think
As he seemingly doesn't have a care.

He stares at the TV in a trance
And looks up to give you a glance,
Communicating with sincerity
At Julie, and he being a we.

Julie looks after him and their daughter,
She is a site of might to savour,
She adheres to respectful behaviour
And to him and her is like the Saviour.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 01/08/2017

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Must With A Push

My friend, Mustard, has intelligence,
And without a hidden pretence,
He does adhere to his near and dear
And his daughter who acts sincere.

She builds his foundation to build upon
And he arises to the morning sun
To greet her into the day
Without negativities at play.

She can be stubborn, but with a hand
She can stand tall in sinking sand,
As Mustard can heal her temper
Of assaulting behaviour.

Mustard does lie on the floor
Sometimes a bore of a chore
To speak to him some more
Which I do implore.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 31/07/2017

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Notorious And Glorious

My friend, Peter, used to be notorious,
A street fighter mostly glorious,
He could be very vicious
In all seriousness.

He knew a clan who looked after him,
While he committed himself to sin,
But he since has trouble from within
And struggles with the battle to win.

He adores his respectful kin,
And cherishes his offspring,
He does sparingly bring
To the table being stable.

He is cared for by others
Like sisters and brothers,
He has had many lovers
Throughout his years.

He has now many fears
As he is getting on in years,
But he believes in the saviour
And now has respectable behaviour.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 31/07/2017

I wrote my friend a poem, and he asked me to write another one about him - so I have. He has been given a  year to live if he doesn't change his ways! He sadly struggles in life. God bless you Peter, you was a champion in your day!

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 30 July 2017

Me And She A We

We have strong roots,
And wearing boots
We can tread carefully
On all of our believability.

You are being slow,
And I will still sow
A seed or two your way
Enticing you to play.

Will you be reciprocal
In how I am behaving,
You were sensational
In your misbehaving.

Are you misconceiving
In what I am believing,
That seeing is trusting
And caring and sharing.

You mean't the world to me,
And with sensitivity
I will adhere to us being a we
Together experiencing tranquility.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/07/2017

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Saturday, 29 July 2017

I Propose That I'm Missing You

I was never morose,
I would give you a rose,
And would propose
If you were near.

You are my dear
And I'm being sincere
With loving you too much
As you are giving me the brush.

We had something special
That was surreal and tranquil,
Will you heed to my greed
Of needing you to feed.

You were a sucker for our love,
And from the heavens above
You were celestial in being
A person worth believing.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/07/2017

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Terribly Missing You

I am high as well as low,
As you are slow,
I wanted you to know
That my love does grow.

Will you adhere
To my crying an odd tear
That you are not near
Being my respective dear.

We loved with a passion;
You were a sensation
In satisfying my need
With considerable greed.

You were my one and all,
Will you adhere to this call
Of beckoning within reasoning
Of a new respective beginning.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/07/2017

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Friday, 28 July 2017

Our Time Is Expressed In Rhyme

You are taking your time,
Meanwhile I will rhyme,
You mean the world to me -
I'm experiencing sanity.

I miss you terribly so,
And I wanted you to know
That my feelings show
With seeds to sow.

I will write and type
With all of my might
Because I want you back
Respectfully intact.

I met you in the hospital,
You had been mental
And was insufferable
To my being instrumental.

You were a cause worth fighting
And would you be inviting
To what I am inciting -
A matrimonial beginning.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/07/2017

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Thursday, 27 July 2017

Truely Julie

Julie does curse with a verse
And while this might be terse
She still slags off being in a herse.

She wishes some relatives to be dead,
Proclaiming them to be 'off their head',
But she struggles now with what she said.

She wants to make humble amends
As she now has few friends -
Influencing these trends.

She likes to have a drink
Where she does irrationally think
To the brink of a stink.

She doesn't think before speaking,
And thus is unpopular in relating
What everyone is suspecting.

She can slag you off with a scoff
And doesn't hold respectfully aloft
Being soft as she is like a boss.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/07/2017

A poem about my mates sister, Julie, who keeps falling out with her kin and friends.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 26 July 2017

Being Insane To Blame

I am true to my heart,
And am not world's apart,
I have a healthy well being
Of love worth believing.

I spent a year with Clare,
And she was fully aware
That I was not myself
While suffering ill-health.

I was paranoid and delusional,
Confused and irrational,
But she still lent an ear
And we both shed the odd tear.

We had true feelings to share
And had ignitions that would flare,
But we still had a respectful care
To inflame the blame on being insane.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 26/07/2017

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Tuesday, 25 July 2017

A Stranger

I've just been to see my mum,
She is looking down and glum
As her partner has dementia
A tormenting type of torture.

He stresses her out with his pacing
About, his mind seems to be racing
With Incoherent phrases that he is relating
To me, she and we who are also suffering.

A shadow of his former-self
Suffering this ill-health,
He has lost his dignity
Experiencing this insanity.

Nevertheless, they soldier on
At these heartbreaking times begun,
He is a trial to her patience
And respectful perseverance.

My mum is getting on in years
And while she holds back her fears,
She is still tormented by a stranger
With her safety in possible danger.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/07/2017

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Monday, 24 July 2017

Love My Pet

My dog keeps me company,
She is a source of tranquility
As she snuggles up to me
On the chair or settee.

I miss and long for Clare,
We were good as a pair,
She would like my sadie
A pet without hostility.

We could all cuddle up close,
With a love for all to toast
Being together - to weather
The fall of us standing tall.

You were glorious in essence,
And loved Jesus without pretence,
Preaching his word with appetence
Of the second coming appearance.

Come close to me and see
How we could be in glee
Experiencing tranquility
From a he and she to a we.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/07/2017

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Sunday, 23 July 2017

Fond Memories

Do you still shed the odd tear,
Years have passed my dear,
I was a shoulder to cry on
And a clown full of fun.

I have fond memories to keep;
Some that make me weep,
As I cherish you so deep
Now a mountain so steep.

You are indeed a conquest
Justifying at what is best,
But I am now more not less
And was under hostile duress.

You was gentle and sweet
And also lovably meek,
You had a beautiful smile
That made my day worthwhile.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 23/07/2017

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Friday, 21 July 2017

Sane And Stable

I still hear patronising voices,
And am subject to their choices
Of reprimanding me and my sanity -
Within reasoning as I am needy.

I've been to see the shrink,
Where it makes you rationally think
Of a stink that can take you to the brink
Of despair, as they seemingly don't have a care.

I have to wait in what was a debate
In how I was to passionately relate
That my detrimentally respective ills
Are because of sedating, strong pills.

I am sleeping way too much,
And am gravely out of touch
With reality, a gravity
Of my psychotic sanity.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 21/07/2017

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Thursday, 20 July 2017

Belief Not Grief

My friend, Peter, is like a heater,
Blowing hot and cold with a scold,
And while he rides his mobility scooter,
He can still be brave enough to have you told.

He plods on knowing the score to implore to the poor
To seek opening a door from being a bore,
As Jesus is a trusting blessing
To stop you from transgressing.

And know the space of Christianly grace
If you attend a church or chapel,
And seek the Messiah's face
And listen to His call.

We can all be a blessing
And thus wisely stressing
That Belief will set you free from grief
That to many is underneath a wreath.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 20/07/2017

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A Shadow Of His Former-self

My friend, Peter, had prowess,
But sadly he now has less;
He treats life like a game of chess
And has been under lots of duress.

He has been at death's door
A multitude and numerous score,
As he has not been well
Suffering a tormented spell.

He drinks to depths of despair
While not looking after himself,
But he is still respectfully fair
And shares out his wealth.

He is kind hearted to the departed,
And paid for a friend's funeral,
He is an art apart as he parted
With his benefits to the needful.

He has been given a year to live,
And doesn't take this to heart,
As his mind is now like a sieve
Sprinkling memories to depart.

He is my mate and I respect him so,
And while his memories he does sow,
I wanted him to respectfully know
That I don't mind him smoking the blow.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 20/07/2017

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Tuesday, 18 July 2017

Forever Together

Get down and dance,
I'm in a trance
With your many moves
Of supplementary grooves.

With your body swaying
And with me saying
That you look so fine
A girl I'd like to dine.

Could you be intimately mine,
You will find a tame mind
To nurture you with rhyme
Written throughout my time.

Our time respectfully apart
Has crushed my humble heart,
We were made to be together
To exist through our forever.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/07/2017

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Loud And Proud

I loved you with my all;
You stood respectfully tall;
We weathered the fall
With nature's call.

We liked our walks together,
Holding hands to nurture
Our feelings into further
Enhancement with fervour.

You were an entrancement
Of plenty of merriment,
Seemingly heavenly sent
With much appeasement.

I think of you as a treasure,
Despite my stormy weather
Of being a lonely cloud -
But I am still loud and proud.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/07/2017

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Monday, 17 July 2017

A Smile Worthwhile

Throughout our courtship
We had a loving friendship,
We both like sharing
And was very caring.

You swept me off my feet
And I am now running to you
To hopefully meet and greet
To express my feelings so true.

I am truthfully sincere
And hold you very dear,
Your charming smile
Makes my day worthwhile.

I remember you as a treasure
Worth more than any gold,
I often think of whether
You will now be bold.

Will you be reciprocal
Throughout my trial
Of pursing you to start anew
To alleviate me feeling blue.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/07/2017

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Sunday, 16 July 2017


I Reap What I Seek

I am keeping
When I am dreaming -
My visions of you
Becoming true.

I can be weeping
While teasing
My faculties
Within Sensibilities.

You was pleasing
With your teasing,
I still wonder
With some ponder.

You were a sight to see -
A vision of tranquility,
Will you come to be
Respectfully with me.

I still love you so
And my love does grow,
I need you to know
That you are my heavenly glow.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 16/07/2017

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A While On Trial

I love your beautiful face,
You are pretty and seductive;
Will you be my saving grace
Making me more attractive.

I'm down with being blue,
Enduring not scoring
My goal, as you pursue
In misconceiving my saving.

I am a remedy not to ignore
As I can be a welcome relief
From you feeling sore
From suffering my grief.

Am I a source of ambivalence
With my trials of tribulation;
Will you judge me with patience
Addressing our separation.

I was not my considerate-self
Wrapped up in distress,
I was suffering ill-health
And was psychotically under duress.

But now I am perfectly well,
Not suffering being insane,
I was under a cursed spell
And had only myself to blame.

You were innocent of judgement,
And I am now back on track,
From my regrettable impairment
Of not wanting you back.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 16/07/2017

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Saturday, 15 July 2017

Don't Be Cold To Take A Hold

Clare do you still care
With the passionate flare
Of me being a treasure
Of your loving endeavour.

I miss and love your loving;
You was always giving,
And had a care for sharing
Which was endearing.

You instrumented me in a way
That plucked my strings to play
A melody of tranquility
With you being with me.

I sing a song of worldly belong,
And echo a chorus throng
Of becoming more loving
To me suffering being unbecoming.

Do you have a care not to stare
At what you might presume to beware,
As the unsightly are unjustly
A plight of gripe profanity.

I can be bad at how people make me sad
By tarnishing me with being mad,
But I have sincere intentions
Told with many mentions.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 15/07/2017

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Friday, 14 July 2017

A Court Session

Come to me, and see
How we could learn
From our past ecstasy -
A lesson from a term.

We shared our time
With expressions
Of expressive rhyme
Expressing our sessions.

We liked playing tennis
And enjoyed the fun game,
You were a source of bliss
In how you kept me tame.

A match in being equal
With some philosophy
Of a Biblical prequel
Sharing philanthropy.

We loved Jesus teaching,
He had a loving essence
Within His preaching
Without pretence.

You are a respectful teacher
With an inner endeavour
Of seeking pleasure
From stormy weather.

Share with me my life
And I'll give you peace
From all of your strife
Of not being my wife.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 14/07/2017

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Thursday, 13 July 2017

Think Of Shrink

I'm off to see the shrink next week -
I'm righteous in demanding to seek
A reduction in my medication
Which is too much of a sedation.
I will implore for him to know the score
That I am a bore with this medicinal chore
Of swallowing a concoction of pills
To my inner, detrimental ills.

I am now sane, and refrain
From ill-gain, as in my pain
Of playing the mental game
Of being insane, yet I am tame
With positive possibilities
With sensible sensitivities.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 13/07/2017

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Tuesday, 11 July 2017

As One Together

Do you see my internal desire
Of you lighting up your fire -
Your warmth was comforting
Which was a tranquil blessing.

I am smitten with your passion,
An epithet of your character;
Will you make the right decision
Of adhering to your inner nature.

You loved with a decisive measure
Of thinking of me as a treasure,
I will not forget this bringing
Of a loving song worth singing.

You have a voice to make a choice,
And knowing that I am nice,
Will this temptingly entice
You to think rationally twice.

We could be a pair with a care
To humbly and modestly share
Our time lovingly together
For our respective forever.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/07/2017

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Monday, 10 July 2017

Am I Washed Up

I am in and out of the sea,
Dipping my foot in respectfully,
To sea if I get a chill
From this female bitter-pill.

I am seeking while peeking
At what they are revealing,
A teasing essence of pleasure
But I don't sway to this measure.

One fish I don't want to hide
As I want her by my side
To enjoy a swim and have kin,
As I am humbly smitten.

As I endeavour to weather
Being single, but together
With Clare, I can be fair
By having a sincere care.

I hide in and amongst the rocks
Where the passing of time sucks,
As I wait patiently for thee
To come and see me intimately.

I'll linger on the beach
Where I'll humbly preach
That you are out of reach
As you respectfully teach.

I could learn from a turn
In my direction with affection,
This I do passionately yearn -
And I'll offer you protection.

I have a shell to hide in,
Where I repent of my sin
In what my madness made me do
Especially by upsetting you.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 10/07/2017

Sunday, 9 July 2017

Spin Your Web Around My Head

Are you still extrovert,
And do you still flirt,
I liked us within nature
Sharing your good character.

I liked your confidence
In me being your confidant,
A hard shoulder to cry on
With your web spun.

I am still in you lair
Of liking you so fair,
Your passionate reasoning
Could be our respective beginning.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 09/07/2017

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Saturday, 8 July 2017

Why Don't You Pursue

I'll love you until the end of days,
And your reciprocation still sways
As you don't come out to play
My humble and modest way.

I will strive to entice
You into being sensibly nice,
And offer out a respectful hand
To lead you into your promised land.

I promised you nothing, but everything
I will give to you, and under my wing
You can stick to me like glue
With a new feeling to pursue.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 08/07/2017

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Times Begun Under The Sun

Clare, I liked our walks within nature,
We enjoyed it in all of its splendour
Regardless of the unpredictable weather -
We have fond memories to remember and treasure.

You were vulnerable regardless of being stable
And I was able to comfort you while you felt feeble;
Conquering your soul was my goal to unfold
My transparency and empathy not cold.

I am warm with your comforting essence,
A presence that I will adhere with adherence,
You mean't the world to me, come and see
How we could come to be experiencing tranquility.

My being bold to have you told with a scold
Is on hold, as I am nurturing you being cold,
And as you shiver, think of the fever
That is dragging me under with you to remember.

You are stalling my calling of being together,
And as I ponder in wonder of this endeavour,
I will not stall to call you in phrases
Written in stages on numerous pages.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 08/07/2017

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Friday, 7 July 2017

Could You Come To Be With Me

I am a gentleman when it comes to a lady,
With my mind buzzing with being hazy,
I serve up etiquette with our meal
With intentions of a heart to steal.

I'll use chivalry as a tool to pursue
You not ever experiencing feeling blue,
I'll open up many doors with scores
Of engagements of arrangement chores.

I will adhere to respectful behaviour
While we are together, to weather
Come rain or shine, I will still pine
To wine and dine a girl so refined.

I savour your flavour with a palatable
Taste of haste, as I am nutritionale
When it come to humane decency
Which is written in my philosophy.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/07/2017

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Remedy My Insanity

I've been working-out,
Doing weights and fitness,
It keeps me rationally sane
From a psychotic bout
Of neglectful awareness,
Where I do now refrain
From this ill-gain
As it caused to much pain.

Do you see sense and sensibility
In my summing up your rationality;
And a plus is you're not in a rush
To bust what it is I push -
Words your way to hopefully play
Around your mind throughout your day.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/07/2017

A sonnet.

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Wednesday, 5 July 2017

Come Around To How I Sound

Can I be the king of your castle
Acting like a knight in armour,
Or am I like the court jester
Acting the fool with humour.

I'll use chivalry as a tool
Regardless if you think me uncool,
And I'd fight with etiquette
Being gentlemanly with a threat.

Id protect you from infernal ways,
And love you until the end of days,
You are my queen and with a scream
I will frighten away a bad dream.

I am hag-ridden with your absence
And wonder if you'll make an appearance
As you are keeping me in suspense
Which is making me feel tense.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 05/07/2017

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Tuesday, 4 July 2017

You Top I Am

Clare, are you meekly humble
Not to grumble in my jungle,
And like a lion I will champion
Believing in an earthly zion.

As a utopian I will stand firm
For the cause that I yearn
To be fruitful in giving
To the needy still aching.

Some are grieving a lifestyle
Without life being a trial,
As some have a poor upbringing
Which can resort to stealing.

Some transgress with having less
Suffering needless duress
At striving for what's best
Which can lead to an arrest.

We live in a materialistic world
Where people seek treasures,
Such as diamonds and gold
And other such pleasures.

Clare, be fair in your stare
At my strife of existing life,
And I will have a passionate care
Of seeing you as my wife.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 04/07/2017

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Monday, 3 July 2017

Rebuke A Duke

Have less stress and digest what is best,
Savouring the flavouring of zest
And zeal in your innocent appeal
To appetise how you feel.

I'll judge you to be mad with sad
Tendencies of in-sensibilities,
And paradoxically you might be glad
As I act paternally like a dad.

You might discern this turn
As something to lovingly learn
In your class of a mass
Learning what is class.

A toff is a person to scoff
And not hold respectfully aloft,
They are mostly in a scoff
At family members who are soft.

The poor I do implore to score
Some sense and sensibility
From Adam and Eve's tree
And fruitfully eat to the core.

It's nice to be nice, and I do entice
To feed the vulnerable with sensible
Philosophy about not acting like ice
While paying the price of being susceptible.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/07/2017

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Shine Over My Rain

To Clare, try not to be down,
Raise your smile and frown
And cherish as a blessing
What I am stressing.

We were good together,
And for my forever
I will respectfully treasure
The shine and rain of your weather.

Whether or not you walk or trot
Back to see what is not forgot;
And as I plot and scheme
I let out a silent scream.

Come and see what you mean to me
And we can be insanely mad
With happily being glad
From you and me singularly becoming a we.

I forsake you not being awake
To take a hold of what you are told
That I have integrity and my sanity
Is not in jeopardy, as my thoughts are free.

Am I bitter-sweet in a palatable taste
Of grace or waste,  and in haste
I will weep as I am humbly meek
In offering you a treat of when we meet.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/07/2017

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Sunday, 2 July 2017

A Tense Essence

You can rely on my reliable reliability,
And I will be vulnerable to your vulnerability
As you are susceptible with being humble
Expressing your essence about being stable.

I met you in in the psychiatric hospital
Where you had been delusionally mental,
I was instrumental to your well-being
And keen to open your eyes into seeing.

Seeing is believing, and what I'm conceiving
Is you understanding without denying
My prying; as I am under the influence
Of a commandeering intelligence.

I will stand tall infront of all
While still you stall a call,
Heed my greed of a nurturing need
To feed you with a planted seed.

Seeds grow to blossom and bloom,
Playing on you mind to groom
You into swaying my humble way
Of modestly coming out to play.

We can have fun with so much laughter,
As I can crack a joke like a jester;
Pick yourself up with a nip-and-tuck
Of a dissecting pluck of our luck.

We are respective birds of a feather
Who flocked and flied about together
Weathering the seasons in wonder
While expressing our expressive thunder.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/07/2017

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You Are My Queen

What cards have you dealt me,
And am I ace or a joker,
Your hand I can't see
As I am a pitiful smoker.

I'm not in a close pack, to attack
Your stack of chips on your shoulder,
And be I flushing red - or am I black,
I will not hold back being a soldier.

I'm a jack-the-lad of peace and harmony,
And have a respectful patience,
Building bridges along the way
To further my loving essence.

I would buy you diamonds if I could;
But I do not have the wealth of a king,
I can afford to buy you  what's good
In a fashionable sense without bling.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/07/2017

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Saturday, 1 July 2017

Lady In Waiting

I am vulnerable to your desire,
Of this I will not tire,
You light up my internal fire.

I am heated with debate
Of whether or not to wait,
For a possible upcoming date.

You are taking your time,
I would like to wine and dine
Your sweet-self with rhyme.

Read my verses and justify
Why you deny to try
And don't wonder why.

My intentions are clear
As you know I hold you dear
And that I'm being sincere.

I like your hair so fair,
We would be good as a pair,
You know I'll always care.

I love you luscious lips
And the way you shake your hips,
I could drink you in sips.

Fill me up with your pleasure;
Drips can fall in tempestuous weather;
Soak me with this absorbing endeavour.

I'll shelter you from the rain,
And alleviate some of your pain
In thinking what you might gain.

We have the world at our feet,
Together we won't suffer defeat
As we'll be humbly and modestly meek.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 01/06/2017

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Friday, 30 June 2017

Tomorrow Is Not Sorrow

A bitter-pill to swallow
Is your sweet-self in sorrow
About the possibilities of tomorrow.

Are you in respective denial,
And am I inadvertantly on trial,
I am innocent of your portrayal.

I am subjected and dejected
And I feel needlessly rejected
As it is like you have hatred.

You don't pursue me into your company,
And do you judge my insanity,
As this was a forsaking travesty.

Come back from whence you went
And be my Angel, heavenly sent
Hell-bent on adhering to Lent.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/06/2017

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Without Neglect I Will Be Your Subject

I am subjectively aching as you are forsaking
Our objective taking of the saturating
Essence of our love, as you were nurturing
To I grooming of loving you to favouring
Our savouring characteristics of endearing.
You are my saving grace, and whatever I may face,
You can be my support, and my rapture,
And together we can be without haste.

Piecemeal is a word of my pleasure,
As it has two words to encounter,
I am a sum of possibilities
Without the negativities
Of needless hostilities
To my humane sensibilities.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/06/2017

A sonnet.

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Get Back On Track

I am assiduous with being pious
To yourself, and with a wealth
Of health, I will steer clear
Of what you don't want me to adhere.

My blood rushes through my veins,
Pumping my heart, which gains
The pressure of you, bursting
At the seams - saturating.

You are my precious near and dear,
And with my intentions so sincere
I will not fear to cry a tear
As I am missing you being near.

Come back from whence you went,
And I will be hell-bent from this Lent,
As you are acting devilishly shy
With your sinning from this beginning,
And respectfully ask yourself why
You don't try, as you deny our winning.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/06/2017

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Being Friendly

A friend is dear indeed,
He or she can have a need
To occupy your humble time
With their pine and whine.

You can share your thoughts
With friendly passionate oughts,
And weathering respectfully together
The rain can fall, a crying endeavour.

We soak up our sorrow for a better tomorrow,
And while some paths are small and narrow,
Others can be wide open to see with glee
How a helping hand is grand to lead me.

You have to have an understanding
That too much can be demanding,
And to have the sense without pretence
To have appetence with some confidence.

Being a confidant can be a necessity,
And to express yourself with transparency,
As you need to be clear with what you hear
From your near and dear being sincere.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/06/2017

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Conceive To Believe

Are you soberly thinking
About how I am sinking
Into depths of despair
About you not having a care.

Am I still a suspect of neglect,
Or do you reason with my intellect
That I no-longer am a threat
To myself - I have plenty of regret.

You meant all and everything to me,
And my love is still striving to be
In you presence, with your essence
Of no pretence in your appetence.

You have the patience of a saint,
I am still feeling very faint
From longing for you to be reciprocal
From your celestial pedestal.

You stand up high, wondering why
As to try, but don't you deny
My chivalry and etiquette
That was not a threat.

I treated you so very nice,
So why are you acting like ice,
Being so cool as to stool
Into not making yourself a fool.

Can't it be conceivable
That I am believable,
As my intentions are trustworthy
Written in lines for you to see.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/06/2017

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Thursday, 29 June 2017

Openly Expressing Myself

Don't assume that I am to resume
Some of my open and shut cases,
As this put you in tune of gloom
And you put to the test my graces.

Read me openly, and you will see
Harmony in you and me being together,
You can be free in glee without the knee
To balls around in a never to severe.

You can hurt subliminally, and consciously
I will have to adapt to this apt cause
Of affecting my faculties, and openly
I will strive on without a pause.

A pause for thought is stretching,
And without neglecting my remanding
Time of consuming to humbly pine
To wine and dine you - a girl so fine.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/06/2017

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Begun Under The Son

Will you be able to be confident
In becoming my trusting confidant,
I'll reveal my inner most feeling
Of stealing which is incarcerating.

I want to steal your heart away,
Thoughts that have locked me up,
Will you let me out this time of day
And we can pray to sip from the cup.

You can be a host of the Holy Ghost,
And we can both respectfully boast
That we have endeavours of treasures,
As what is stored up is in measures.

A measure of hospitality respectability,
As we had a sense of sensibility,
And without irate irascibility
We will endeavour precariously.

My being susceptible to needless hostility
Has come to be, and without feeling free
I strive on and on under the blazing hot sun
And under this I will abide by new times begun.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/06/2017

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Wednesday, 28 June 2017

A Blessing In Your Eyes

Do you respectfully assume
That I am in tune with gloom,
As you are not in the room
Singing a Christianly tune.

Are you still humbly in denial
At my persevering trial
Of judging you sensibly
Not to be thinking irrationally.

Am I patron of your willful neglect,
Assuming I to be a psychotic suspect,
As I am feeling well at the moment
And hope to be for a duration.

Will you hold me in suspension
With lots and loads of pretension
Of my willing intentions
Of your wanting supplications.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/06/2017

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I Implore Not To Ignore

To Clare, are you still aware
That my all is laid bare,
I am an open book to read
And to heed with a need.

You need to know that I love you so,
And my love does grow to sow
A word or two your humble way
In sentences within paragraphs.

In my time of day, I sway
Thinking epithet crafts
Of spell-binding I to cry
Because I don't deny to try.

Don't say goodbye and deny
My time of day, as I fly
To a destination of hesitation
From an unworldly nation.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/06/2017

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Tuesday, 27 June 2017

Phew, My Nephew

My Nephew has pride, and does not hide,
He is all for tagging along for the ride
To abide by a speeding measure to treasure
From this thrilling, spilling endeavour.

He is hurt at the moment, from needful neglect
As his guardians don't reflect on his intellect,
As he has wisdom beyond his years, and without fears
He will live sensibly, and abide the ride without tears.

He is strong willed, and does nurture with favour
Comradery behaviour, as he is a saving saviour
To those of a lesser degree, so he can come to be
A partner to weather a storm of acting needlessly.

He will soon be free from his griefs
As he has good family relations beliefs,
And not acting like a criminal thief
He will branch out and be like a leaf.

Leafs can fall, but some stand tall
To weather the Autumn Fall call,
Of being precarious in tempestuous
Weather, an endeavour to the rebellious.

I respect him respectfully so, and he does know
That his mother's love for him does grow and grow,
She nurtures what he favours in respectable behaviour
From Sisters and Brothers who he does favour.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/06/2017

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Heed Our Need

Do you have believability in my ability,
Or am I conceited with insensibility,
You can gamble with my type of ramble,
And bet without fret of me being amiable.

Am I an oddity, or a sanctuary of peace,
I don't believe in religious autonomy,
As we should all have a say of which way
To play ball or stall our sustainability.

Do you have grace written all over your face,
Or do you hide with pride your true-self,
Ascertain what it is you gain from Grace,
An offering of supplying internal health.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/06/2017

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Believe As You Will

In the beginning there was willing sinning,
Transgressing with bruising, and the remanding
Time of expressing myself in poetic rhyme;
My vulnerability is an ability to see a sign.

Jesus was a sign, and he taught in parables,
He was an excellent teacher and very zealous,
He was rebellious with Romans and their tolls,
And stuck up for the poor, not being pretentious.

Jesus was sensuous preaching not to be adulterous,
He preached family values of some standing in demanding
Less sinning from this beginning of wavering in belief,
And branching out with firm roots, He was willing in bringing
A haven of sanctuary from Jewish scrutiny of he and she sinning
With believing another testimony of a new Godly beginning.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/06/2017

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I Am Sad Through Not Being Glad

Clare, I'll lead you to your promised land,
We can be wayfaring this odyssey hand in hand,
You can ascertain honour In I name by being tame,
And rationally thinking of our secretive winking.

Are you meaning to share your care with a pious degree
Of sensitivity, and not to be naive as I grieve to be we
Instead of just me; try not denying the trying of being happily
Entranced With my glance at what to see - philanthropy philosophy.

Be positive, and in my way I will stay in a position of being prone
To act-up with a renewal of pursual of not being cruel, as I am not a fool
Because I use a tool. Will you fix me up with yourself at my home
Where I am alone, hotting up with your temperature of being cool.

Your presence would be an essence of company tranquility,
And to find you inside, not experiencing the joyous ride
Is a snide remark that I am a shark swimming in a sea
Where femininity abide - and also respectfully hide.

Do you conceive that I grieve for life with all of its strife,
And will you be my blessing in disguise by further opening my eyes,
With a smile we can have a trial of being a fictitious husband and wife,
Free from the insecurity of my insanity, and we can score with plenty of tries.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/06/2017

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Monday, 26 June 2017

What Do I Mean

Do you have assiduity to me,
As you will clearly see
Tranquility to duly be
Without the balls to knee.

You can hurt without care,
And I am to humbly beware
To not stare, as I have a flare
Of withstanding a snare.

Will you be my ball and chain,
What have you got to lose, but gain
From being insane and honour in I name;
So appertain in this game of being sane.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 26/06/2017

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Not An Art Apart

You can raise me like a seance,
And I will have ultimate reliance
On your persevering suppliance
Of I adoring adherence.

Are you basking in I radiance,
And am I convenient like an appliance,
You are my constant near and dear
And without fear I will hear.

Listen as to what is to pursue,
Euphonious words to stick like glue,
As my previous sinning was a beginning
And not an ending, as I am supplying denying.

Time is apparently keeping us apart,
You played me like a heavenly harp,
This was a timely start from being apart.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 26/06/2017

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Reaching With My Preaching

Clare, with some perseverance
I will adhere to our sevierence,
As do you think I was a nuisance
In I being an administer of prudence.

It's good to save, and to behave
Before we ultimately meet our grave,
And if you are suffering being naive
I will passionately conceive to grieve.

Are you a fan in how I've come to be,
And do I exercise might in a gripe,
Open you beautiful, soulful eyes to see,
That I won't take flight from this fright.

As I wonder and gander at what lays on yonder,
I am aware and prudent of God's Holy thunder
And our God is Mother Nature, and She is under
The sea, perhaps frozen in time from nurture.

Are you a breeze at how I appease with ease,
Or do you conventionally think irrationally,
By your absence you do tease with a weese
As to scoff at a cough is acting sensibly.

What I hold aloft, Is Mother Nature,
And if she were here She would nurture,
Everyone and everything to her thunder
Of each and everyone of us going under.

Copyrite Andrew Stevenson 26/06/2017

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Broadly Thinking

I am broad and wide in my thinking,
Often sinking into depths of despair,
Life is precarious in its evolving
And earth is like an imprisonment lair.

Am I incisive, or am I inconclusive,
I wonder in wonder, and as I ponder
I inquire what is dire to the hier
Archy, as in a degree of sustainability.

I have been studying my philanthropy
With philosophy, And what remains to see
Is will you believe In Adam and Eve
When you can perceive to grieve.

We all pass, but are you aghast
At all of us not to last, as the past
Can catch up on you, and bereavement
Is a testament to disagreement.

We can last with perseverance
And a loving member's essence
Can be a treasure to behold
Worth more than diamonds and gold.

I have fond memories to last
As my past has been a blast
At times, especially with Clare
Who is not forgotten as I care.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 26/06/2017

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Are You Feeling Or Reeling

Clare, put to bed
That I'm off my head,
I have repeatedly said
That I am sad, not bad.

Is my izzat so crap
That you won't come back,
Please rely on me to see
Our courtship sensibility.

I have justice in mind,
And to find in kind
A judge in trial to I guile
With no denial for a while.

Time has space between us,
And are you reaching,
I am inquiring because
I love your preaching.

You are a trial to my muster,
And like a court usher,
I will lead you to the dock
Where we can wind down our clock.

I'll sentence you to peace of mind,
Where you can find in kind
A rhyme or two to see from being blind
In you essence of expression of time.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 26/06/2017

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Keiran Is Ablaze In His Maze

My Nephew is working away,
He is strong willed
He lives to fight another day
Without being killed.

He works in the security business
Keeping his chin up at all times
His work can make him transgress
To others who don't heed his signs.

A warning can be forthcoming
As his vision is to see hostility,
He can be reckoning with his beckoning
Of adhering to administering respectability.

He can have a bone to pick on you,
And like a dog he can bite and chew,
Spitting his verbal sentences out
With a deafening scream and shout.

He is sensible, and not irritable,
As he fights for a justified peace,
He is not irrational and irascible
And is consolable to the deceased.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 26/06/2017

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Sunday, 25 June 2017

Begin With Him

I fell in love with Jesus
Through a time of hardship,
He could see through us
And advocated true courtship

He was only irascible
When He was in the temple,
They were robbing the poor
Of a considerable score.

Jesus healed the blind
And suffered in kind
As His eyes were open
To sheep needing a pen.

He herded the vulnerable,
And was keen and able
To preach a parable
To the susceptible.

Those that listened
Were heightened
And were imagined
Not to be frightened.

Jesus was the Light,
And he stayed from flight,
As the Romans with their might,
Picked on Him a fight.

Jesus died for our sins,
Sing His glorious hymns
To remember Him aglow
With a Godly sow.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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Follow In Sorrow At His Addressing Blessing

Jesus walked on sand,
In a barren land
That needed a hand.

He preached the wisdom
Of a kingdom to come,
He was God's Holy Son.

People praised His endeavours
Of storing up celestial treasures
With variant and different measures.

He weighed up all the same,
As we were all to blame
From not being tame.

Jesus preached to help the vulnerable
And was highly susceptible
To what was heavenly inevitable.

Believers are sinners in plight
And with all of his gripe might
His passing freed us from this plight.

Jesus has created so much peace of mind
By others emulating Him being so kind,
He preached and teached Him being a sign.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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Grace Can Be Ace

Some hoodlums use many guns,
With some ending up as cons,
They control their criminality
With a greed of insensibility.

Some are impecunious, having little,
While others are lavish with muscle,
I do impeach their reach of arms
Which are their dominant charms.

We live in a respective and subjective
Society, and while some experience
Being free, others flee from objective
Opinion, not being a minion in a trance.

Lay down your arms, and experience alms,
As Jesus had and remains to have charms
Of interest to digest into what remains best,
Storing wealth in a celestial sense to bless.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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A Gripe At Flight

I have a hearty appetite to exercise a gripe,
And with all of my God given might
I will acknowledge the fight
Of third world plight.

Have you tastes in humane decency,
And have you respectfully come to be
An influential technocrat acting fat
With pride of let's hide this side
Of politics, which sticks with abide.

They are instrumental in a mentality gravity,
As she and he act disrespectfully in glee
At their policy to hand out a little from a lot
As those poor souls still using coals rot.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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Barren Lands In The Hands Of Hoodlums

Hoodlums play the criminal game
Of honour in their street name,
They should refrain this pain
As it makes them more insane.

What have they really got to gain -
A stain on their character and nature,
And together they endeavour to weather
The storm of being a master form of pastor.

They encourage others as sisters and brothers
To be like themselves, and do as they do,
And under the covers they still act like lovers
And understand love of a mother being blue.

To have pride in acting like a lion in a jungle,
Is a tumble and fall to all who believe in this stumble,
Life is precarious at the best of times, and what stands
Is holding up your hands acknowledging these lands.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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Being In The Hood Is Not Good

Some villains like feeling good
While hidden under a hood
Of spilling innocent blood
Creating a crying flood.

They should refrain
From this ill-gain
And should tame
From being insane.

What does transpire
Is their desire
To be a sire
In this concrete mire.

They are willing to fire
A gun while under the Son,
As Christian preachings
Were at their beginnings.

Most know about Christianity,
And about Christians lovability,
Yet they still insensibly
Commit needless hostility.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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Same As He, Me And She

I can appertain in honour of I name,
And can respectfully refrain
From being like a lion in Zion,
As you are compeer with the Son.

We are all God's holy children,
But some boil up sins in a cauldron
Of potions with notions of takings
Instead of forsaking the wakings.

Supplement the poor I do implore
And to settle a resentment score
Of not being a bore, as a pig can swill
In an ill of suffering being a kill.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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It's True I Miss You

Clare, will you accept my sincere courtship;
I would greatly appreciate your friendship;
We can both share our struggling hardship
And with wit we can pick off what is stick.

Moses carried a staff, which performed,
He was well and wisely and truly informed
Of God's endeavour of storing up treasure;
So whatever you pleasure heed this measure.

I love you respectfully, and greatly
Will I hold you aloft, nice and soft,
As I am gentle and feeble with a needle -
This is what is to pass as I am feeble.

I am weak without your meek and sleek-self,
You showered me with eternal loving wealth,
I am tormented by your absence and abstinence
From sharing our pairing of endearing patience.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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I Feel Still With Not Being Ill

I am feeling and acting shoogly
Under your influence of hugely
Undermining my pining of wining
And dining - are you still whining.

I want and trust in your friendship
And through whatever trying hardship
We can endeavour lovingly together
For our existent eternal forever.

Are you being overtly contentious
Which can be overbearingly tedious,
As I am not after a sultry mistress
So you needn't stress at this less.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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Fright In Sight

Are you within the creed of a need
To feed others with a similar greed,
As to be Christianly is being Godly
And being evangelistic is supplementary.

Are you contemptible in not being able
To believe that Jesus was born in a stable,
He had roots of being humble and with a grumble
He didn't tumble and He didn't stumble.

He preached forgiveness in seriousness
As to transgress what He thought best
Is an arrest of your supportiveness,
As you have more while He had less.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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Authority Is A Minority

I'm running in extreme slow motion,
With the moral of an upstanding notion
That be without stress is a congress
Digest at what's respectfully best.

Technocrats seem to have Carte-Blanche
Over the general populace in a trance
Of them not being able to see being free
As they are not experiencing tranquillity.

We roam from home, sometimes alone,
And are prone to be fearful and tearful
At what is in sight, a plight in flight
Of a governing gripe with a hype of might.

Come around, and with your wide vision
See with precision the suffering derision
Of those in a positive position of influence
Being grave in how they behave with negligence.

Copyrite Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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To Negotiate A Debate

I would offer you a rose,
But I'm feeling morose
With how I am moralising
About how I am surviving.

I'm at a momentous degree
About a patronising she,
And while I remain lonely
Will she come to be with me.

Disregard your thoughtful negativities
And replace them with the positivities
Of how I will come to be, to see
Us together to not sever in three.

The Trinity is a blessed blessing
And the Spirit is thus stressing
That belief in a wreath is grief,
As the devil can take like a thief.

Be Christianly in your behaviour
And believe in the blessed Saviour
He understood what directive sign
Will free you from being blind
And to influence you in being kind.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

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