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Tuesday, 16 January 2018

Life To Be Rife

Spring time is coming
With a new beginning
Of rife life flourishing.
Nature is consuming
When she is blooming;
I like pleasantly watching
While I am wayfaring –
Sometimes just staring. 

I will be patiently pining
For our sun to be shining,
As I like a warm feeling
While I’m out walking.
Winter has been freezing
With lots of sneezing. 

© Andrew Stevenson 16/01/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 15 January 2018

Pay To Be On Way

I did not travel far
In my modest car,
It started stalling
The other morning;
Every time I stop
The revs sadly flop,
It took a long age
To get to the garage. 

Two-fifty Steve said
As the alternator is dead,
The part is expensive
Making me pensive.
He’s fixing it today
So I can be on my way. 

© Andrew Stevenson 16/01/2018
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 14 January 2018

Sophie Now At Bay

She's gone away, I hope to stay,
As she's just no good for me I see:
We used to play throughout our day
Quite merrily, joyfully and happily. 

She's gone, and now I'm up for fun
Flirting with females who seem nice:
Beginnings that have justly begun
From her perseverance acting like ice. 

We used to love quite generously –
She was loving with love to share,
But why is she acting venomously
And seemingly without a care. 

Shouting is not my sport
And reacting not my passion,
This is a final last resort
Of a vented frustration. 

© Andrew Stevenson 02/04/2017
 
A past poem denoting my recent ex, Sophie.
 
Thank  you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

She Lost It

She went away, to vent her frustration another way:
She cried and lied to protect herself with cautious stealth,
But deep within, she knew she'd committed a grave sin,
And she was to blame for playing the game of insane;
And what warrants scrupulous attention, is the mention
Of being apart from your faculties, you still have abilities,
But I hear the strife of you sound, and am now bound
To not raise a frown, as you are down, but turn it around
So, I am lost and can’t be found, as you hound me. 

But listen to me, and accept where I want to be, full of glee.
I'm quite happy on my own, but I like your company in my home,
But look at things from my perspective, and not to be neglectful
Of my feelings, as I care – I stare in disbelief at times with the crimes
Of domestic injustice concerning your health, a travesty for you and me. 

© Andrew Stevenson 14/01/2018
 
A poem I wrote denoting Sophie, my recent ex, who has a psychotic disorder. We clashed a lot of the time, as she was always suspicious - I was treading on egg-shells around her! She made me ill at the best of times! She has since had a baby, who's been taken off her and put into a foster home - very sad indeed. She got in-touch over Christmas, but I'm not interested in getting back with her!

 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 13 January 2018

A Care For God Up There

God is almighty up above,
He is Paternally about love,
And has a plan for each of us –
Such as loving His Son, Jesus,
Who with a shared wisdom
Preached about heaven to come.
Jesus loved our Father like kin,
And offers all to believe in Him. 

Mathew, Mark, Luke and John,
Related good times now begun,
With the belief in God’s Son
Being our Father’s Holy One.
Jesus was amiable to the unstable
And brought them food to His table.

© Andrew Stevenson 13/01/2018
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Free To Be And See

My daughter is my life,
She aids my mental strife
And has kept my quite well
For a welcome and blessed spell.
I have bipolar and can act bad
Making all of my family sad;
But I’m lovingly a glad dad
Despite often being mad. 

She loves my unconditionally
And I like this sane rationality
As sometimes I’m argumentative
Suffering being quite negative.
I’ve not been in hospital for a while
Which puts on my face a smile. 

© Andrew Stevenson 13/01/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Son In London

I love my son,
But he lives in London,
I miss him
As he is near and dear kin:
We fell out
And I did scream and shout,
I wasn’t well,
Under a mental, cursed spell. 

For years now
We haven’t had one row,
I am now sane
And am sorry for being a pain.
He is my pal
And we met at Ron’s funeral. 

© Andrew Stevenson 13/01/2018
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Stressing Blessing

My daughter is a blessing,
She stops me from stressing,
And is maternal to myself
Keeping me in good health.
She is pretty and beautiful,
Amicable, amiable, peaceful
And can be wisely agreeable
With me being sanely sensible. 

She is a wonderful mother
And dotes on her brother;
She is a loving partner
To her significant other.
My Georgia has epilepsy
Which is very sad to see. 

© Andrew Stevenson 13/01/2018
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 12 January 2018

A Treat For The Meek

Jesus did seek
The humble and meek,
He offered love
From God up above:
He preached
To the poor beseeched
He was the Son
Teaching God’s wisdom. 

Jesus did pray
In a thoughtful way,
With a care
He spoke the Lord’s prayer.
Be grateful
For what makes you thankful 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/01/2018
 
A sonnet with a specific meter.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 11 January 2018

Devilish Negativity

I haven’t seen my mate
For a durational spell,
He usually does relate
That he is living in hell,
As his dogmatic partner
Has a fiery hot temper.
She causes a domestic
By giving out stick. 

She is truly a devil
By making us ill,
She is a bitter-pill
To openly swallow.
I’ll see him tomorrow
With Maria in tow. 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/01/2018
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Forgiving Those Transgressing

Believing is a tranquil blessing,
As you will have less stressing,
As praying to God and the Son
Is expressing a godly Wisdom.
Do not abide by gun or sword
While following our dear Lord,
And all the angels will applaud
At you not being a devilish fraud. 

Jesus taught to forgive the sinner
So not to lose but become a winner,
As it can eat up your consciousness
With the stress of how they transgress.
You can set yourself free to be heavenly
By acting Christianly giving to charity. 

© Andrew Stevenson 11/01/2018
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 10 January 2018

Now Departed

Ron has sadly passed away,
His memories are here to stay,
He was a respectful gentleman
And a loving dad and granddad.
He served loyally in the army
And fought many an enemy.
The eulogy was enlightening
To Ron’s humble way of living. 

Ron is now a part of this dusty earth,
With his mother who died at his birth,
They will now be together in heaven
As Ron was a believer in God’s Son.
Ron’s loving and doting partner, Sue,
Is now braving feeling deeply blue. 

© Andrew Stevenson 11/01/2018
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sadly Missed And Fondly Reminisced

I’ve been to the funeral
Of my children’s granddad,
The eulogy was very sad
And was touching to all.
Lots of the family were crying
About their dad/granddad dying,
Ex-army buddies reliving
About when they were serving. 

Ron was a respectable person,
Loving my kids, his grandchildren,
He will be very sadly missed
And fondly reminisced.
It was nice to see my son
Who’s travelled from London. 

© Andrew Stevenson 10/01/2018
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 8 January 2018

Weathering The Weather

The wind is blowing,
But it is not raining,
It is freezing outside,
I’ve got my heating on,
I’m waiting for the sun
To reside and not hide.
The stars are in sight,
A wonderful delight. 

I went for a walk at six,
Sadie was picking up sticks
And chasing the leaves
That gush in the breeze.
I had on my personal CD
Listening to Andrea Bocelli. 

© Andrew Stevenson 09/01/2018
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 7 January 2018

Family Day Out

My ex is taking our grandson
To the cinema to see Jumanji,
Where the characters will run
Away from wildlife hostility.
I’m picking them up at one
With Georgia and Lacey,
Then we are going shopping
For kid’s shoes and clothing. 

I love my family with my heart
And we are never far apart,
My daughter looks after me
With a sense of responsibility.
We’ll enjoy the afternoon together
Enjoying this day’s sunny weather. 

© Andrew Stevenson 07/01/2018
 
A sonnet.
 
Georgia is my daughter, and Lacey is my granddaughter.
 
Thank  you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 6 January 2018

Paternally Inclined

I’m off to see Georgia at three –
The grandchildren play playfully –
I’ll look forward to hugging she
As she will be for cuddling me;
We have a special fondness
Creating lots of happiness.
We both have a sensibility
Of loving each other eternally. 

I have a nature to act paternally
When I am not acting mentally,
And my Georgia looks after me
And is a source of my serenity.
I’m taking Kenzie to see his nan,
Who does for him what she can. 

© Andrew Stevenson 06/01/2018
 
A sonnet.

Georgia is my daughter, and Kenzie is my grandson.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Heart On My Sleeve

I am seeking a Lady
To keep me company,
I long for her fruition
As it’s been a duration
Of being in suspension.
Without any pretension
I will be an open book
For her to have a look. 

I pine for a relationship
With a Lady fit and hip,
I’ll treat her as a treasure
And endeavour any weather.
I will aptly act Christianly
With our Lord’s sensibility. 

© Andrew Stevenson 06/01/2018
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 5 January 2018

Savour The Wonder

Mother Nature is amazing
With all of her nurturing,
She spreads her wild seed
To life that has a need,
And her seeds will grow
Under the Spring sun,
Flowers will put on a show
With their new life begun. 

Blossoming life will bloom
With Spring coming soon,
But for now most lies dormant
Such as the hibernating ant.
I always tread carefully
Treating life respectfully. 

© Andrew Stevenson 04/01/2018
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Keen On A Dream

I would like a partner
To be my sweet-honey,
She will be very pretty –
A sight to aptly savour
With my sane sensibility.
I will be in her favour
With respectable behaviour
Adhering to my sensitivity. 

I like sharing and caring
Within a loving relationship,
I like the romance of courting
With a friendly friendship.
I am now not stressing
With being insanely sick. 

© Andrew Stevenson 04/01/2018
 
A sonnet with a specific rhyme scheme.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 4 January 2018

Favouring Summer

I long for the hot weather
That summer has to offer,
To feel the warming heat
While walking the street,
I am craving and pining
For our sun to be shining,
I like it when I get a tan
Looking as nice as I can.  

To gambol across a plain
Again with happiness to gain,
To stroll through a meadow
Where wild flowers grow.
To appreciate Mother Nature
In all her flourishing splendour. 

© Andrew Stevenson 04/01/2018
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Longing For Spring

We’re in the midst of winter
Enduring the cold weather,
Jack Frost comes at a cost
As many lives will be lost.
The ice has been slippery,
I fell and hurt my knee.
We’ve had blizzards blowing –
It has been really freezing. 

Spring can’t come too soon
With life to blossom and bloom
With Mother Nature’s nurturing
Of sowing, feeding and growing.
I’m pining for a warmer climate
But I’ll have to patiently wait. 

© Andrew Stevenson 04/01/2018
 
A sonnet.
 
I wrote this last week while it was snowing here in the UK.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 3 January 2018

A Pain Being Insane

The madness made me mad,
Missing you makes me sad,
I am no longer paranoid
And now fill you with this void.
I used to suffer much stress
But now I have considerably less,
You are the utmost best -
To myself I no-longer transgress. 

Are you now being fair
In not revealing a care,
We had a lot to share
While living for giving.
I rationalize my sanity
With sane loving, sincerity. 

© Andrew Stevenson 03/01/2018
 
A sonnet.
 
Please note I have bipolar.
 
A past poem about Clare,  that I didn't post.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 1 January 2018

My Mate At My Gate

Inksy woke me up at two,
He was feeling quite blue –
He was as lost as a sheep
And to me he did bleat
About having a domestic
Which has left him sick,
As he is a lamb being led
With punches to the head. 

I know his partner well
And she is a devil from hell,
She is always patronising
Which can be demoralising.
My mate is nice and kind
And has a sound mind. 

© Andrew Stevenson 02/01/2018
 
A sonnet.
 
Sorry to sound negative, but I've barred Insy's partner from my humble abode on many occasions, offering her a reprieve after a while, but she always falls back into her old ways of drinking to much, which makes her not see much common-sense, and causes her to be argumentative! Blessings to you dear reader.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sick Of The Stick

My mate had a domestic,
His partner gives him stick
And his is sick of it.
She likes to have a drink
Where she does over think
And then causes a stink
By being argumentative
Causing him to be pensive. 

Inksy, believes in our Saviour
Emulating our Lord’s behaviour
By being modest and humble
Living in the concrete jungle.
I have let him stay the night –
Alleviating some of his plight. 

© Andrew Stevenson 02/01/2018
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 30 December 2017

Happy New Year

It is New Year’s Eve,
Time to sadly grieve
For another year gone,
But a new one is begun
So raise your cheer
As a new year is here,
Party and have fun
In company of a sum. 

I have a new resolution
Of finishing my novel,
It has been a frustration
As I often get insanely ill.
I wish you all all the best
And hope your year is blessed. 

© Andrew Stevenson 31/12/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Cheer New Year

New Year is nearly here,
I’ll raise my beer and cheer
With my near and dear:
We’ll get jolly and merry
Enjoying good company.
My family are care-free
And will dance away happily
Being hearty with a party. 

I hope 2018 is a good one,
With much laughter and fun,
And hope it proves fruitful
With a loving Lady to pull.
2017 was a good year for me
As I wasn’t acting mentally. 

© Andrew Stevenson 31/12/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A New Year Might Bring Cheer

I hope 2018 proves lucky
For finding a loving Lady,
I have been single and free
For seemingly an eternity:
I would like some company
To stop me feeling lonely;
She’ll be attractively pretty –
A beautiful sugar and honey. 

I have etiquette and chivalry
To open her eyes to see me
Being and acting gentlemanly
So as to enhance her serenity.
I hope she’ll have a respectability
Of openly acting Christianly. 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/12/2017
 
A sonnet with just one rhyme.
 
Thank  you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.