Followers

Friday, 31 March 2017

Mother Theresa

Mother Theresa was heavenly sent,
She was like a surrogate parent
Caring for the needy and the poor,
Going out of her way to knock on their door.

She was Christianly in vanity
And had a morality of sanity,
Preaching about the wisdom
Of our Blessed God and Son.

She went out of her way to aid victims
Of suffering in whatever respects,
She and others were like true politicians,
Doing their utmost personal best.

She often went without herself
Disregarding her personal health,
But she persevered with stealth
With pride and courage her wealth.

I admired her to the extreme,
As she was, and always had been, keen
To lend a hand in this hellish land -
A welcoming gesture that is grand.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 31/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.




To Francis, My Mates Mother

Francis is getting on in years,
She's had a good innings,
Sadly she seeps tears
From eyes that are wavering.

She can hardly see, a travesty
While trying to watch the TV,
But she listens to the sounds
Which has no impairing bounds.

She used to work for a charity,
A blessing for all to justly see,
And she was a loving partner to Paddy,
Who respected very deeply she.

She has persevered through the ages,
And knows the Scriptures pages,
She has an ecclesiastical wisdom
Believing in the Blessed Son.

She has always been kind hearted,
And has seen some offspring departed,
She laps up her great grandchildren
Who are full of laughter and fun.

I respect her to the extreme,
She is very heard and seen,
She is a character to savour
Sharing wisdom from stormy weather.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 31/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 30 March 2017

Rosie The Baby

Rosie laughs and chuckles,
She also chews her knuckles,
This is adorable to see -
Her peace and tranquillity.

She looks about in wonder
And is yet to wander,
She laps up her sister
And also her brother.

She plays innocently with toys
And hardly makes a noise,
Except sounds of excitement -
A parental appeasement.

She is full of joy and happiness
At her having more rather than less
Of love from her proud mother and father
That will never for their forever falter.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 31/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.


An Art Apart

Scot, my son-in-law, is a good father,
And he does nurture with favour
Good and exceptional behaviour -
He is a sight of might to savour.

He teaches his children respectability,
And is humble in humility and ability,
As he teaches a craft of an art apart
As he has a generous in spirit heart.

He fixes things with some pride,
With Kenzie sometimes by his side,
Glowing with now knowing what to do
As he fixes and helps out too.

He is a loving partner, which does show
As his love does grow and grow,
For my daughter, a wonderful mother
And very significant other.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

To Georgia, A Mother

My daughter looks after Kenzie and Lacey,
And is a deep source of motherly beauty,
As she is soberly reprimanding
While not being too demanding.

She takes care of their immediate needs
And feeds their curiosity with seeds
That flourish and grow with the need to know
That to be Christianly is a heavenly glow.

They glow with a morality of sanity,
And are bright with subtlety
As they are not overbearing
With their wanting and demanding.

She is a motherly inspiration
Much to mine and others appreciation,
She is a caring and sharing parent
An angel in my loving eyes - heavenly sent.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 29 March 2017

Good Intentions

Jesus was an ecclesiastical Preacher,
And in incredible and humble Teacher,
He taught us to love one another -
Especially your Brethren and Mother.

He taught parables to sow and grow,
And was benevolent to show
That he was respectful to all -
Regardless of some standing tall.

His disciples did follow him,
Teaching others not to commit sin,
And spreading the Gospel Word
To wherever it might be heard.

He fed followers with wisdom
And philosophies about the Son,
That new times had begun
Under the blazing, hot sun.

He walked the desert, being tested
With the devil wanting him arrested
For crimes against his humanity -
A grave testament of travesty.

Jesus prevailed, and loved God so,
And had the knowledge to know
That His blessings are a sight to see
Of peaceful relations of tranquillity.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.



Tuesday, 28 March 2017

Paddy With Love And Best Wishes

Paddy, my mates, daddy,
Was a noble character,
But very humbly and sadly
He passed, a sorry chapter.

He was loved and cherished
As he was a loving father
And a committed partner -
Maternally nourished.

His loving partner, Francis
Did share their living bliss,
And he did share with a care
Of loving with a flare.

He liked to have an odd bet
Which  he didn't really fret,
As the bets were only small
As his responsibilities stood tall.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Biblical Piece

Mathew, Mark, Luke and John
Wrote about the Truth and Light,
For heathens to listen to the Son,
A literary site of might from gripe.

They recalled from others a testimony,
That they scribed down for lots to see
A vision of peace and tranquillity
And heavenly beauty when you are free.

Repent, relent, and have condolences,
About the griefs you've inflicted on others,
And you too can be forgiven for your grievances
On your brethren and kin  - sisters and brothers.

The Church is a place to be if you are friendly and charitable
As you can fall in love with Jesus and his blessed teaching
That can help the poor, weak in spirit, and unstable
And for anyone else that has suffered and is reaching.

Be fruitful in your intake and be respectful to elders,
As they understand living to impart some wisdom to listeners,
A lot have suffered hardship with a loss of friendship,
As to pass can leave you aghast with a mass of other parishioners

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye..

To My Nephew, Mathew

Mathew, my nephew, is very hospitable and humble,
And with a grumble he expresses the concrete jungle,
As he works to aid the poor, particularly the homeless,
He knows the score, and is constructive in guileness.

He is an academic to praise, studying hard and long,
To achieve a positive purpose to belong in the throng
Of peers who are likewise minded to care for the suffering -
As lots of us suffer, particularly those fretting about housing.

He is chivalrous - has etiquette, and is honourable in his intentions,
And his mother and brother and other reiterate this with many mentions,
As we are proud that he is loud to stand his stance of a glance
At those less-fortunate, and to aid this plight of might gripe chance.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.




A Wedding Blessing

My brother, Mark, gets married today;
Oh what joy - hip, hip hooray:
His bride to be is Melanie
A site to see of tranquillity.

They will walk up the aisle
With a happy and joyous smile
As they love each other so,
Which does grow and grow.

They have made their peace in life
And are free from hostile strife,
As they are accommodating to each other
And each to each other a lover.

I wish them both all the very best
And hope they have more rather than less,
In caring and sharing, attributes to savour
And in being in each other's favour.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

To My Daughter On Mother's Day

Georgia is a Mother's Day delight,
She administers an essence of love
To her children, a popular site
Of a wise and knowledgeable shove.

Children can sometimes be unruly
And she has the patience of a saint,
Punishing with words that are motherly
And caring - she is heavenly sent.

Her children are happy and play playfully,
Much to the appreciation and delight of she,
They have manners of respectability
Saying 'please' and 'thank you' to we.

They have many toys and games to play with,
Sharing and caring with them mostly,
A pleasing site to see them give -
They are a testimony to tranquillity.

They go to bed fulfilled with joy,
fully nourished with fulfilment,
Lacey May a girl, and Kenzie a boy
Giving their mother appeasement.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Mother's Day Blessing

A happy Mother's Day to my mum,
I am a loving and nourished son,
As she feeds me with her wisdom
Of pleasing and good times to come.

I savour her flavour, a good taste
To regurgitate, as in her words
Of caring and sharing, not to waste
The space of positivity in her cause.

She is just and righteous, a lady
With a morality of standing,
And like the Greek God, Hades
She is powerful with her demanding.

She cared for her five children alone
Now grown up and flown and prone
To lend a helping hand, which is grand
To her enlightening hope in our land.

Her hope is a scope to care for with thought
As she wants the best for her offspring
And she loves with a loving ought
Of feeding the poor, attributes to sing.

She is very charitable with her expenses
And is inclined to share with a care
As she holds aloft being pensive
When it concerns a passionate flare.

Flare to eat you up inside, as she has pride
In conversing her charitable inclinations,
A supplementing modesty that she does abide
With her thoughts of poorer inspirations.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

My Ex-Partner

Fiona is a delight site from gripe,
As she loves with all of her might;
And our children reap a lot of spoils
Alleviating some of their troubles.

She cares and shares, and has a heart
That is  heavenly in spirit like a harp,
As she is a melody and tune to savour
With her loving, respectable behaviour.

Georgia and Laurence love her very so
And their love does grow and grow
As she administers a flurescent glow
That they can see and follow in tow.

She cares for some of the elderly
With a sense of deep responsibility
As she nurtures their friendship
Through their living hardship.

I love Fiona for being a mother -
She used to be my significant other -
We had some good times with fun
Through our existence under the sun.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Georgia's Love

Georgia has stealth in her chosen words,
As between the lines she is wisely heard
Advocating a true, committed friendship,
despite her struggles and hardship.

She is a true believer in deliverance;
And with perseverance, and adherence
To a morality of some noble standing -
And she is not worrying while demanding.

She delivers herself with loving
And likes caring and sharing,
A Utopian with values of some worth
Wanting heaven from our hell on earth.

She fights the battle of existing
With wisdom while acknowledging
That we are all sisters and brothers,
So keeps her peace safe from hostile others.

She is a nourishment to savour
And is beautiful inside to favour
Loving aspirations from delegations
That exist in the mist of supplications.

/Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.



Friday, 24 March 2017

I Love To Love

I love to love, and do so with a passion, and with true derision, I will exist without using the fist, as I care for others like sisters and brothers, as we are all equal, a prequel philosophy from philanthropy, and together we can be a sight to see of peace and tranquillity, as I am hospitable, charitable, and with noble intentions we can skip the pretensions of size, be wise and know the score, that I implore, to help the poor and needy, especially those distressed through psychiatric afflictions, as they are needy, and not greedy with your time, they like to rhyme in classes, a good passing, being creative, productive, a positive pastime, and share skills to aiding the ills of taking pills! Mentally insane is a name we can nurture to favour the Saviour, as a morality of standing is being Christianly, a heavenly attribute to some, and be a Utopian and share, care and hug and love.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 23 March 2017

I Savour My Daughter

My daughter is LOVE, and she is the love of my life,
She keeps me mentally sane and free from strife:
She is a pillar of great strength, and I will recompense
Her adherence to I mentality - a gravity in suspense.

She is a wonderful sight, and has a Daughterly attitude
Which I love and which I lap up with gratitude -
And she loves without pretence, an appetence
Of her devotion to the motion of fighting my defence.

She sticks up for me, a tranquil tranquillity of popularity
From negativity, and as she soldiers on with her scrutiny
I admire her to the extreme, being overly keen, as seen
In my emotion to her devotion to being a team.

We are partners in time, and while I like to rhyme,
She likes to hope of a better scope to refine
Others into being kind, and lend a care
For understanding the remanding council lair.

She is a worthwhile trial to whatever guile I can muster
And we can weather a storm of being together
For our forever, as we struggle financially to cope
As we are a lesser popularity, but we don't give up hope.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 23/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.


Wednesday, 22 March 2017

Suffering Bipolar

I am tormented with pressure
And lye indecisive of aggression,
As an alter torments I with a measure
Of annoying, oppressive suppression.

This weathers my mind
To feeling stressed out;
Then I am liable to find
That my alter does bout.

Indecisive affray of my faculties
Renders I to be subjected:
And as my will fades and dies
I feel rejected and dejected.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 22/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Not All Bad

The days are long and a burden to bare -
I cast my eyes at the television and stare
In a trance of considerable confusion
Contemplating reality and delusion.

I speak in an authoritative tone
And ramble on to moan and groan,
Yet I am alone at home - talking -
With my alters persevering.

A character here, idiosyncrasy there;
Aggressive behaviour - sometimes a flare,
But this can change to being hilarious
Rendering I mentality as frivolous.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 22/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Up And Frown

I am as lost as a lost sheep
And I bleat and bleat -
And as I wallow in sorrow
In comes tomorrow:
The days are long - nights hard,
And as I write sonnets like the bard
It takes me to another place
With an intellectual pace.

That was then and this is now;
Reap the spoils of why and how
I travelled in a space of a measured pace
With femininity a plenty of nurtured grace,
As I have bipolar, confidence a plenty
But administered ever so gently.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 22/03/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Up And Down

I am crazy at times - delusional and dysfunctional -
And can burst at the seams with strength beyond my means;
Walking everywhere, paranoid to be irrational -
Tripping and imagining and worrying with what seems.

I travel in a land of make believe, and stress at characters
Inquiring and asking what to make of them in my mind,
With uncertain wanderings and pondering of thier natures
To nurture into negative or positive of them being mean or kind.

Kind enough to care, or mean enough to stare -
And brave enough to confront I in battle mode,
But with intentions and a sanity laid bare ;
I plead with my reasoning mentality not to goad.

Heed the remanding fright to your plight of I might
Or embrace I with sanctity and charity, with sincerity,
And I'll soften the blow, by being less alarming in sight
Using I whit as grit in times of shit of a lesser gravity.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 22/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Shocking Experience

My past caught up with me -
Sharing my psychiatry -
Should I remain free
Remains to be and see.

I slapped a friend in the face,
A remorseful disgrace
That I beat myself up about -
Riddled with mental doubt.

I wasn't myself -
Suffering ill-health -
And was delusional;
Very dysfunctional.

But now I am well
Not suffering that knell:
I am at a sense of ease -
A noble character breeze.

Tuesday, 21 March 2017

A Danger To Myself

Locked in my flat, a prisoner in my own home -
And whilst I suffer alone, I am prone
To be harmful to myself
With deteriorating health.

Ghosts come out of the closet to glow -
Reasoning goes out of the window -
Delusions play their screens
To my silent screams.

Different characters emerge
To violently purge
Aggression out of me -
A travesty and tragedy.

I become paranoid,
A timeless void
Of sentences with sentences -
Punishing lenience's.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 21/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 20 March 2017

Bipolar

I raged in a delusional state,
Enough to recall and relate,
In a paranoia mentality -
A dangerous gravity.

Passers by were hapless victims
Of my unruly behavioural sins
Of investigating my suspicions
Of directive misdirection's.

Talking in a mode to translate
Into blinding truth or hate
But this was to sate
With a mental debate.

But I always went on my way
To sing my sorrows another way,
As my misconceptions
Raised many attentions.

Off to the ward, an imprisonment
Of unwarranted punishment -
Where the nurses don't have the time of day
And you are constantly sent on your way.

Left to rot and suffer the penalty
Of having a grave mentality -
With a psychotic stare
Without a personal care.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 20/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 18 March 2017

Back To Normal

I write to heed my plight of suffering
And thus wisely weathering
A dark cloud that does shroud me:
And my sanity - a grave mentality
Reality, my delusions and confusions
Can become character creations;
And as the nights quietly pass by
I am prone to shed a tear and cry.

I am humane, gentle and soft
And hold ever so greatly aloft
A morality of what was I sanity
To a wise Christian community.
 But regardless of these sensibilities
I am still prone to be ill-at-ease.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/03/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Was

Medication is unkind as the side effects play
In your body and mind to make you sway -
As I wrestle in restlessness and grapple with I sanity,
I am full of hopefulness  to remain hospital free.
At times I lose my senses and can become delusional
With lots of pretences of being paranormal.
I have different characters that play a different game
With seriousness in natures similarly the same.

Angry at some who follow and watch at a distance
And come the morrow are still in existence.
I can argue and bout with strangers in the street;
Scream and shout in a paranoia heat.
 The memories are many with a violent few
With sorrows to nurture and forgiveness to pursue.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/03/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 17 March 2017

Without A Home

Here I am on a park bench, peacefully sat,
When who walks on up - a junkie gutter rat;
Look at him all skin and bone
With a face so thin and without a home.
He looks to me like hes off his head -
Oh my God is this his bed?
To my home I'd like to lead
To give the lad a proper feed.

But I won't, because he'd rob me blind,
That's how he'd repay me for being kind;
So I'll pick myself up and leave him behind -
But next to my bed I'll say a prayer
That our God my lend a care.

A sonnet.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 17/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 16 March 2017

Restrained

Laughing in insanity, a grave reality
For all to see with a popularity
Of observing the show, going slow
With lots of patient staff in tow.

You need a sedative injection -
A subjection that will be administered
With much rejection and objection -
And as they have restraining bouts;
They beg for mercy with shouts.

The needle is forcibly administered
With a screaming voice that is heard
Throughout the corridors and TV room -
An erratic and crazy time of gloom.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 16/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 15 March 2017

How I Was

Delusional fear I adhere to, and in a thumping rage - my flat like a cage, I curse and swear aware that I am talking to myself, but in stealth, on my own, with home grown tendencies to insurgences of communicating, disregarding my health, as insanity takes a hold; I am so bold to have the alter told, arguing and denying the trying of sanitising the patronising, and as we whisper, talk, argue, shout, we bout in words and aggressive behaviour of paranoia, as in who's watching, listening, talking, on the TV and radio, my voice wants to know, and in a mode, it does decipher a mood to choose, as we smoke in hope, while trying to cope, but struggle in principle, as in whose morals rule the mood of the passing and lusting of the day and night, sometimes in fright, from their flight of one's blows to ones face, a pace of gravity mentality, as I become harassed by a sum of characters with different behaviours, sometimes fateful, other times grateful, a sight to see, in these words of testimony.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 15/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Heed To Feed

I know a girl who is a savour to cherish,
She is a responsible mother to heed
With a greed of feed of perish
To the malnourished.

A short verse about Toni.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 15/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 14 March 2017

Think For Yourselves

You know, there are so many stupid mind-sets in the world today, and many of us are influenced by idiotic decisions by others - particularly supposed peers! Here's an example; many, or most, right handed people eat with their fork in their left hand, with their knife in their right hand, when in fact you use you use your fork more than your knife - so logic would suggest it would be better suited to change this to the other way around, with your fork in your right hand, with the knife in the left!!

And who made this decision that has been passed down through the ages! No doubt some English Aristocrat who was more concerned with ridiculous pomp and grandeur than common sense!

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 14/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

My Best Friend

As you joyfully explore the time of day, you are inadvertently imparting wisdom,
Which can be read in your happiness, and absorbed in your playful memories.
I reap what I sow in you, and am nourished by supplements of growing love,
That you display in your devotion, bodily motion, and expressive emotion.

You strive forward in leaps and bounds, often surpassing my expectations
By climbing heights I thought were above you, that you now look down upon.
Take the lead and I will follow - tailing your trailing to alleviate possible failing,
And I will beg, steal or borrow, to see you safely into tomorrow devoid of sorrow.

I marvel at your intellect, and research and analyse your common sense and logic,
Which are reasoned with innocence, as you are guilty of a lack of understanding.
Life isn't always a 'walk in the park', as 'swings and round about's' often occur,
So when you 'bark up the wrong tree', toy around with different concepts.

Sometimes 'cat and mouse' games don't suffice, and it is better to play ball,
So heed with greed the need to feed others with a consumable consciousness
That is palatable to tastes in humane decency, and perspicacious respectability -
I will open up some doors, but take a step backwards before you move forwards.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson

I wrote this about my best friend, who means the world to me. I love you, Barry - you are a good mate.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

To Be With You

I wanted to shower you with gifts
But I'll have to wait another day,
Don't indulge in creating rifts
As I come diligently out to play

You mean the world to me I say;
Where are you and what are you up to -
Be with me through the night and day;
And shower me with love through and through.

I'm lonely without you be my side,
Buckle up and enjoy the ride.
Of pleasant times begun -
Sharing knowledge about your Son..

Christian values are a sanctity
And I cherish your honour,
Share with me my life and see
Harmony in you and I together.

Copyright Andrew John Stevenson 14/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 13 March 2017

Times Begun

In the beginning their was loathing at seething,
As you were demanding with my time alone,
I wanted to help you with your kissing
And to spend some time with you at home.

I loved to be, but apparently I didn't know
That I could painstakingly grow to sow
A word or two your way to face another day,
As I carried my burden, along came affray.

I hit myself in the face, and hated the thought
Of facing what I ought as I was caught
By your love for me, a pairing and sharing
Existence begun under the blazing hot Sun.

Time was to trot about and scream and shout,
But I couldn't, as I shouldn't, as I was in a bout
Of hardship at the forsaking aching of filling
What was willing to evolve my chilling ...

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

An Apple to Chew

To clare, I miss your classical flare,
As you are in tune with how I breath,
Let me see you standing there, fair,
And I'll preach to you Adam and Eve.

Be fruitful in your intake, and not forsake
The ache I feel, while reeling in pain
Don't despairingly take from me a wake
As I forsake the ache of take in wain.

And as I ponder in wonder at afar
I wonder and ponder how you are;
You to me are a wondrous star -
Come drive with me in my car.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 13/03/2017

A short, simple poem.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Honourable

My friend, Steven Sumpter, new the score
And to others he did passionately implore
To knock on the door of the poor.

He lived a life of strife, with a few good comrades
Soldiering on along his way, and he was a sad dad,
As his daughter was often away, let astray to be had.

I used to see him with his dog, Marley, and he
Would exchange pleasantries about she and we,
And he would cough, gasp, a former shadow of he.

He suffered ill-health, and had an op, not forgot
By the ticking clock, as it caught up with him, he couldn't trot
As he wavered by the roadside, air stretching from his rot.

He is now heavenly bound, as he was found to be passed away,
A sad time indeed - so heed the need to feed this decay,
Into a better time to play on my mind, in kind to find him this way.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson  12/03/2017

This is an elegy about a dear mate of mine who has recently passed away.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 12 March 2017

An Oddessy

I’ve been through an odyssey of ill-health
Some symptoms obvious while others in stealth
And while hiding away not wanting to face another day
The voices and aggressive behaviour come into play.

Who am I, a multitude of alters and countenances
That come at different levels of prices
As in punishing I self into being unwell
A prolonged and cursed spell.

To punch oneself in the face
With faculties out of place
Lets face it, it’s a shit
Way to behave with grit.

Who are you and what are you about?
Do you scream and shout
In a behavioural storm
About being at a ‘norm’.

We all get angry, but I get unruly
With myself and I, a truly
Negative way to behave -
So fatefully grave.

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

You Are Beautiful

A beauty to relish and savour,
Who believes in the Saviour.
She is a force to remedy
My elusive sanity!

Her tops are made of lace,
She walks with Christian grace.
A sight to see of peace and tranquillity
And also of modest lenity.

She is pretty and good looking,
And at the best of times stunning,
I admire her in the extreme
And I am very overly keen.

She is appreciatively reciprocal
And so wonderfully amiable,
amenable, sociable and peaceful -
Characteristics I am grateful.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 10/03/2017

I wrote this for my ex-girlfriend, Clare.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Lenity denotes kindness and gentleness

Reciprocal denotes giving back

Amiable denotes being friendly and pleasant

Amenable denotes capable of being treated in a particular way

After The Fun Of Day Comes The Fright Of Night

Peeking from my covers I look through the glazing
Where not long before the sun had been blazing.
Slowly but surely it is becoming the night –
The sun’s gone away and now the moon is in sight.

Under the covers my fears they won’t keep
As I cling to my teddy and try not to sleep.
I cower much more but I don’t feel alright
As ghosts and ghouls can keep out of sight.

I sink much deeper into my bed
And try to remember what daddy had said:
That Halloween’s realism was all in my head,
But nevertheless I’m still filled with dread.

At every staircase’s groan, and every walls creek,
I stir from my hiding place and take a short peek.
I want my dad, I don’t like being on my own in my room
Under the watchful gaze of the frightening moon.

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

A children’s poem.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Ship Ahoy

Scan the horizon,
Vessel arriving.
Crammed full with
Wretched human beings.

Auction market awaits,
Subjection there fate.
Human merchandise,
Hollow staring eyes.
Nothing but chattel.

Metal contraptions,
Bleeding and binding.
Small black children,
Suffering and crying.
Desolation, deprivation.

Four hundred years
Of enforced diaspora,
Feeding imperial grandeur.
Trading black man’s tears
For money, profit, euphoria.

Twelve million people
Atlantic Ocean crossed.
Chained to humiliation,
Abuse and victimisation.
Contrary to emancipation.

Resolve this chapter
Of Black History.
Freedom to choose;
Reparation, compensation,
Repatriation, reconciliation.

© Ken Hanson

Here’s a poem a dear Christian friend of mine entered in a ‘Black History’ poetry competition. Now while its theme is really sad from an historic point of view, its ending highlights in part that progress does change for the better, although sometimes very slow, as in this instance. Lots of us look at many aspects in life that we’d like to change, but we should not feel guilty for ‘not’ being able to perhaps directly affect that change, but we can indirectly affect some changes by raising awareness of such warranted instances. Empathy is a nice feeling to share, so don’t suffer in silence!

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Back To Normal

I write to heed my plight of suffering
And thus wisely weathering
A dark cloud that does shroud me
And my sanity, a grave mentality.
My delusions and confusions
Can become character creations,
And as the nights quietly pass by
I am prone to shed a tear and cry.

I am humane, gentle and soft
And hold greatly aloft
A morality of sanity
To a Christian popularity.
But regardless of these sensibilities
I am still prone to be ill at ease.

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

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Rewarding Researching

Reading,
Analysing,
Consuming studying.
Partying, dancing, relaxing.
Sleeping.

A cinquain poem I wrote for a competition.

A cinquain poem comprises of a sequence of syllables:

2
4
6
8
2

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A Beautiful Lady

Our eyes met, and not by chance;
From loving hearts, a mutual glance?
I saw the wisdom of Solomon –
An oracle of things to come?

Her luscious lips opened to speak:
I gazed where mine might meet.
Sweet sounds filled the room
From her voice – love’s tune.

Long fair hair drapes her face,
Bouncing with flare at every pace.
If I was the wind I would blow
To caress each tress so very slow.

Her every curve, convex and concave,
Is a sight to behold and save.
I can imagine her so very snug,
Within my arms – a loving hug.

A beautiful lady, a princess,
Full of life and happiness.
Such spoils could I reap
With my heart, a gift to keep?

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

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Playing With Words

There’s a positive and a negative from a mindset perspective that is thinking positively or negatively in a perspective taking mindset, regardless of the negativity expressed!

© Andrew Stevenson 21/1/14

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Feel Love And Heal

Come, let me hold your innocent hand;
Grasp it tightly to feel I’ll never let go.
I’ll lead you through your hostile land,
Of heart wrenching, tearful, sad sorrow.

Draw near to me and weather the storm
As I offer my shoulder to share the rain:
I’ll kiss your eyes to restore your ‘norm’,
Taken by trials of peer pressured pain.

Don’t be alone with the odyssey of night,
Stealthily face it and rite it with rhyme:
Let creativity loose to endure this fight
Of howling wolves to the moons of time.

Wake in my happiness and reciprocate.
Raise your beautiful smile to my pleasure.
Be fruitful and productive in your intake
And philosophise in constructive leisure.

© Andrew Stevenson 03/12/18

The second line of the first stanza expresses that by holding my hand so tightly, I cannot let go, thus her reassurance of my presence is in her own hands.

The third line in the fourth stanza denotes taking in the positives of life, and trying to disregard the negatives.

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Bipolar Escapade

I raged in a delusional state,
Enough to recall and relate,
In a paranoia mentality -
A dangerous gravity.

Passers by were hapless victims
Of my unruly behavioural sins
Of investigating my suspicions
Of miss-directions.

Talking in code to translate
Into truth or hate,
But this was to sate
With a mental debate.

But I always went on my way
To sing my sorrows another way,
As my misconceptions
Raised attentions.

Down to the ward, an imprisonment
Of unwarranted punishment,
Where the nurses hardly have the time of day
And you are constantly sent on your way.

Left to rot, and suffer the penalty
Of having a grave mentality
With a psychotic stare
Without a personal care.

Copyright. Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

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I Am Me

Wondering of a release from wandering with a pace,
And what expectations I might face,
But an understanding of this demanding conceptual reality,
Is soon to be, as I am soon to be free.

And what burdens I with chains to beware with a stare from others –
Is behavioural misconceptions, from experienced lovers,
As to have loved another is to know feelings of care,
And to be neglectful with this warrants a glare.

But I will restrain from this ill-gain, and will refrain,
As I am tame and like honour in I name,
As I am gentlemanly, and exchange pleasantries,
Regardless of patronising negativities.

© Andrew Stevenson  12/2/14

This poem expresses my condition of having bipolar, and being apprehensive of being released  from hospital. I am now well.

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Expressions

Expressing expressions to express yourself expressively is expressively expressing yourself with expression.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/12/2018

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Laying In Wait

Moving and grooving to the soothing sounds, that leap and bound around the room, to the boom of the bass, and what will lay to pass, as in being an ass, or coming around to the sound of others as Sisters and Brothers, and laying down my arms, as in clenched fists hitting myself with knuckles hard, and what buckles is my sincerity of my destiny,  which would become in jeopardy , so I will wait and see what comes to be in their susceptibility, as i can be quite demanding in what could be forthcoming, as in coping with their responding, whether negative or positive, and I will interrogate their character with endeavour awareness, to cope with a scope of sensitivity, and I will use tact and guile to make it worthwhile in preparing for the occasion, and I will use derision in making my decision with accuracy of what will come to be with being free to see what glee their is in the world.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

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Not All Bad

The days are long, a burden to bare,
I cast my eyes at the TV and stare,
In a trance of considerable confusion
Contemplating reality and delusion.

I speak, in an authoritative tone,
And ramble on to moan and groan,
Yet I am alone at home, talking,
With my alters persevering.

A character here, idiosyncrasy there,
Aggressive behaviour, sometimes with care,
But this can change to being hilarious,
Rendering my mentality as frivolous.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 13/03/2017

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A Turn For The Worst

Be careful of the deceit with new people you might meet,
And scrutinise to memorise misconceptions to theorise,
And while you ponder in wonder, think what lays on yonder,
As they can seem to cheer to adhere to their wants and spoils.
Be careful as you bend to mend their directions, as perceptions
Can be misinterpreted, and fears to tears as you close doors,
And scores of engagements can lead to the arrangements
Of trusting, and finding, and blinding you to see in the tranquillity

Of befriending, and thus mending the trending of demanding mistrust.
Now leap for joy as you discover a better side of thinking, not a fetter,
As in treading carefully, and tinkering with wondering and pondering,
But now life seems bluer, brighter, and as you leap for joy, toy
Around with the concepts of believing and trusting,
And thus searching for belief and trust.

Copyrigh Andrew Stevenson 04/11/13

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I Love

You make my day worthwhile,
And raise my eyeful smile.
You understand I guile -
Like a judge in trial.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/07/13

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Wanting You Back

The hours pass by slowly,
Drawing in the night -
I can get lonely -
So heed this plight
With how I write.

I can weather a storm with my ink
Which can make you rationally think;
Distracting I with faculties to bare
Of my time consuming Care.

As the sentences materialise
And you weigh up the words for size
I'll feel a sense of deep achievement -
A testament to you hopeful appeasement.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson. 12/03/2017

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A Past Poem For Clare.

I feel sorry for you without love, and your temper flares,
So why do I feel inclined to hold your hand, to talk softly,
To sooth your fears of a cruel world without its cares,
And to express a loving friendship to nurture gently.
But you’re not rational, and might misconceive,
So I’ll leave these thoughts to dwell on and on,
And in time when you come to believe
In faith, trust, friendship, then I will turn from being gone.

You are beautiful, a lady to behold, and to uplift,
A treasure to cherish, and would I offer a kiss,
I would be dishonest, as I am spoken for, but adrift,
And as I play with my thoughts, I think of the ought,
Of being a gentleman with etiquette, self taught,
So I deeply wrestle with my wants, as I am caught. 


© Andrew Stevenson 05/11/13

A sonnet.

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Saturday, 11 March 2017

Innocent But Proven Guilty

Locked in a cage, surrounded and trapped by medical fools:
Who rather than acknowledge common sense, find reason
In un-sound logic; and play around with professional tools,
As in heeding archaic advice by scriptures written by heathens.

What warrants scrupulous attention, is a mind struggling to cope
On pharmaceutical concoctions, that is a trial for the patient –
And in a lot of circumstances an error of judgement in a scope
Of neglectful care by staff without appropriate patience.

Nurses and doctors alike, are appeased at the quiet of hidden distress
That is so obviously viciously attacking a victim’s consciousness,
As in to wrestle with your thoughts, and to be agitated in restlessness
Is a palatable taste that satisfies one and not the other in a biased congress.

© Andrew Stevenson   11/03/2017

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Premonition Of Trepidation

She’s parted ways for a week,
Gone to be with her family,
I will have to considerately keep
My subsiding sustainability.

She takes care of my needs,
And is a haven in a jungle,
She plants lots of seeds
For me to patiently unravel.

Seeds to write, heeds to type,
Of which I am learnedly doing,
Excelling the hidden gripe
Of a passive belonging.

I write poems creatively,
Enjoying the rhyming schemes,
Sometimes I write enthusiastically,
And intelligently it seems.

While she is absently away,
I will occupy myself with words,
Of which we will play
With sentences and paragraphs.

© Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

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Pursue With New

The days are long, a burden to bare,
I cast my eyes at the TV and stare,
In a trance of considerable confusion
Contemplating reality and delusion.

I speak, in an authoritative tone,
And ramble on to moan and groan,
Yet I am alone at home, talking,
With my alters persevering.

A character here, idiosyncrasy there,
Aggressive behaviour, sometimes with care,
But this can change to being hilarious,
Rendering my mentality as frivolous.

© Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

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How I Was

Medication is unkind as the side effects play
In your body and mind to make you sway;
As I wrestle in restfulness and grapple with I sanity
I am full of hopefulness to remain hospital free.
At times I lose my senses and can become delusional
With lots of pretences of being paranormal.
I have different characters that play a different game
With seriousness in natures similarly the same.

Angry at some who follow and watch at a distance
And come the morrow are still in existence:
I can argue and bout with strangers in the street
Scream and shout in a paranoia heat.
The memories are many with a violent few
With sorrows to nurture and forgiveness to pursue.

© Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

A sonnet.

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Hospitable

Clare has sentiments of a similarity -
A delightful and beautiful she.

A smile to kiss with the bliss of longitude
And while I have other plans of attitude
I gazed at her longingly with intent
As she was heavenly sent.

Conversing charitable inclinations
debating interesting supplications;
Wondering of what directions
To take with new perceptions.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

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Tormented

Restless nights in bed,
Tossing my weary head,
Sweating in the heat,
Soaking my sheet.

Uncomfortable moments
With untimely movements,
And as I lye in despair,
I wonder would Clare care.

I reminisce my history,
A romantic story,
Cut short by my mentality,
A grave reality.

I long for her loving again,
And for her to remain,
In a lasting relationship,
Full of sincere courtship.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

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Fond Memories

'I love you Andrew with all my heart',
Are words that will never part,
As Clare is the love of my life -
With it blossoming from strife.

I am well, and this does stress
That I was under psychotic duress
While prone to fast in the recent past
But this didn't last as she was aghast.

Bipolar is a condition to sate your appetite
Of understanding the reprimanding plight
Of imprisoning your thoughts to take flight
Around your brain through the day and night.

And as you wrestle with your thoughts
you distract yourself with wanting oughts -
And the medication is sometimes weak,
Due for a psychiatric hospital tweak.

But I am well, and due for a long spell
Of mentality tranquillity, as my knell
Of suffering the lonely torment of being alone
Is now at a stand still as I am prone at home.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

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Supplication

I woke, and ache to take her in my arms
But I will have to suffer like suffering alms
I gaze wontedely and smother her with my imagination
And ponder in wonder to her waking supplication.

Would she eventually open her eyes - a nice surprise
If it happened, I'd be flattered and dedicated to wise
Staring eyes, bulging with satisfaction and dedication
To a godly fearing person with derision precision.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

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I Long For You

The fire can be high, and the lights down low
With you pretty face all aglow, and you know
You mean the world to me, and forever will be
In my arms, which will keep you safely
Wrapped up in cosiness, and I will alleviate
Your loneliness with happiness and gladness.
Jump for joy and have fun, with new times begun -
And wonder through tranquil times with your Son.

With my temper trained, and grit refrained
From cursing; and nursing what remained -
Gentleness, kindness, and much more!
And you are all about love to the core!
Let I hold you for an eternity
And kiss you with longevity.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

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I Want

You are my desire, but you doubt:
Your insecurities are negativities.
Sometimes I want to scream and shout,
But I refrain as I am tame with positivities

I am loose, and you are tight;
We clash sometimes with rhymes -
But heed what you see in your sight
And flow with the times with your lines.

Express yourself lovingly with loving thoughts,
To make me feel better for understanding;
Your wants and desires that will become my oughts',
Instead of being reprimanding which is saddening.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson  11/03/2017

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I Propose I'm Missing You

As I come to terms with you being away,
My unfeigned love does not sway.
You are all to me
And forever will be
The apple of my eye.

I cried a tear, it seeped down my cheek.
I wearily rested and fell into sleep:–
Please let me dream,
So it might just seem
Not to be true.

The bright morning sun starts to take rise;
I stir from my sleep but keep shut my eyes.
I want to still sleep,
Where here I might keep
My dreams of you.

I reach out my arm, you are not there:
Where you used to be is nothing but air.
I longingly embrace
This empty space
That should hold you.

© Andrew Stevenson  11/03/2017

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My Valentine

Be my Valentine and let's play,
Explore my wants and desires
And pleasingly lead the way
Through erotic, eternal fires.

I can change my mood to suit you
And you can dance and chance in a way
To entice being nice rather than blue -
Come close and hug me I say.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

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A Mention

Clare is a sight to see - a vision of tranquillity:
She is attractive, pretty and beautifully
formed, and when the push comes to the shove
She is an appropriate idol to passionately love.

Her pouted lips are luscious and dreamy to kiss.
Her body is a sight to savour and lust in bliss.
She's a goddess with prowess and a diva to mention -
But with the polite exception of being a sensation.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

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Memories

My Valentine is so gentle and sweet,
She is Christianly in her demeanour,
She makes my loving life complete -
She can be my precious saviour.

Clare is her name, she is beautiful,
She sets my heart aflame with passion,
Igniting my palpitations - I am gullible
To her touching, sensitive sensation.

An intellectual, studied and learned,
Who has a morality of standing,
And she thinks using her head,
And thus is not demanding.

She spoiled me with her caring life,
Pampering I with loving intentions,
I am rescued now from trouble and strife,
And  am honourable with many mentions.

I use chivalry as a tool, and offer my hand,
To openly express our affection for each other,
And etiquette that is expressed so grand,
As I thought provoke my cherished lover!

We can be together for our eternity,
Sharing, being companions of leisure,
Treasuring life, an honourable testimony
Of our thoughtfulness endeavour.

You are pillar of great strength,
Without any lasting pretence,
And an open book to read -
Of which I lovingly heed with greed.

© Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

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I Love And Long For You

I love you with care,
With my all laid bare,
I am an open book to read,
And a conquest to heed.

You keep my rationally sane,
Regardless of all my pain,
But I’ll leave my sorrows
For better tomorrows.

Hold me and I’ll reciprocate,
And reap loving spoils that eradicate
My negativity and irrationality
With humane positivity.

© Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

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Sentiments To Cheer

Come closer and squeeze me tight,
Hug me with all of your might,
Kiss me with variant kisses of desire -
Light up my heart - an eternal fire.

Hold my hand and lead the way,
And listen to what I  have to say,
Of reaching where  you want to be -
In an essence of peace and tranquillity.

I'll love you which ever way you go,
And I want you to forever know,
That I won't hold back my intentions
That will be told with many mentions.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

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Friday, 10 March 2017

To Clare With Love

Clare was an adorable, loving partner,
An essence to cherish and savour,
She is delightful in cheeriness
And remedied my loneliness.

She is very sexy in appeal,
And thus does steel
Away my thoughts
To wanting ought’s.

But she is proud in her stance -
Will she take the chance
To get intimately back with me -
A vision of tranquillity.

I was ill when we split up
With suicidal tendencies,
Will she beckon her luck
To return to me - let's see.

© Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

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To My Daughter

We are the same: you are me and I am you,
There was so much that I wanted us to do,
But our life at the moment we cannot share,
Because I am in hospital and you are out there.

When I look back to the things that we have done,
We had happy times and plenty of fun:
The times outside that we have shared together
Are in my mind - memories that will last forever.

You came to me from the heavens above -
A gift from God, an angel of love.
My time for now has all but stood still,
But my love it goes on, and always it will.

You are my life and mean everything to me,
So all of my love I'm saving for when I am free;
But for now a visit's cuddle is something I strive
Because in your arms my love comes alive.

I was feeling down, but now I feel much better,
For writing this poem and sending this letter:
The hours it's taken me will all be worthwhile
If it lights up your face and brings you a smile.

Well, my love, I'll let out a sigh
Because it is time for me to say 'bye';
I can't tuck you in but I hope you sleep tight -
Goodbye my Georgia, God bless and goodnight.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 10/03/2017

I wrote this years ago when my daughter was only small, I just never posted it.

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Thursday, 9 March 2017

I Am A Utopian

Life can be a struggle at the best of times, with doom and gloom written in many expressions,
And some of these people drag their feet as they move through their sad and sorry existence,
And they can stare into blank space with a mentality of being suppressed by suppressions,
As affluent, hierarchy technocrats ply their trade of capitalistic sense with some appetence. 

We share a little, and starve a lot, as so many in our big world go hungry,
And poverty strives on and on, and so very often without a second thought,
But when you’ve experienced suffering, this can influence some prosperity
Of intellectual giving, as often awareness is a source of sharing a mindful ought. 

A lot of the rich stay rich, and a lot of the poor stay poor, which is widely evidenced,
But is this factor commonly addressed by our western politicians – a little from a lot,
And while this situation and circumstance persists, our voices are widely silenced,
As the lower classes are deemed low-life’s and are given a little from a large pot. 

With so much giving elsewhere, and so much taking, comes forsaking aching,
As to handout a little from a lot to the poor, is making them feel sore to the core,
Especially when they see politicians lapping up a life of luxury with spending
Indiscriminately, resulting in those of a lesser degree watching on enviously. 

© Andrew Stevenson 09/03/2017
 
This poem speaks for itself, and as a ‘Utopian’, I believe in trying to influence ‘heaven on earth’. We have the man/woman power, resources and technology, etc. to create ‘Utopia’, but there is seemingly little mention of this in our day to day lives.

Here is one of my Utopian philosophies: Porsches and Ferraris, etc., are but metal, plastic, rubber, glass and leather, so why can’t everyone have one!

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A Star That Fell With Kiss And Tell Knell

Britney Spears can speak with a spark, sing with her heart, and shout at the dark when she is worlds apart, as she can fell you with a rant and a rave, uplift you with vocals to save, and deafen you with a mentality so grave! And as we hear, you may think of the ink that takes her to the brink of despair, as to shave off her hair is a testimony to share of the insanity that come with the popularity of being greedily pursued by the paparazzi and others, and as you peak under the covers of this press ing issue of  a transgressing hounding with a pounding of blows below the belt - you may perspective take on how this felt, and understand what shook her hand to fight and come back with a track to follow, devoid of the sorrow of people being shallow and hollow inside, as many were not filled with grief, and marvelled in mockery tomfoolery, but she restored herself with a wealth of health, and with stealth has matured out of adolescence, and now has an assured sense without pretence.

From being down, she has now risen, and is angelic in her graces, and faces crowds with proud stances, and woos them with her dances, that leave many starry eyed with awe, as she is not poor in spirit, and gives it a hundred percent, which is seen in her arrangements - accompanied by the engagements of her sweet voice singing words of choice, and together they flow as irreproachable poetry in motion, which leaves the fans susceptible to raise their hands in appreciation to her supplication of their devotion.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 09/03/2017

I wrote this years ago, I just never posted it.

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Monday, 6 March 2017

A Princess Lost, A Saint Gained

Lady Diana was a metaphorical princess before she became a matrimonial one, because she loved others, and so was loved by others. She was not nurtured by the Royal Family to display great characteristics, it was already in her nature. Her personal roots were firmly embedded in caring for others, which was partly evidenced in her nursery position. Prince Charles plucked a true English rose, whose seed blossomed and bloomed in many of our appreciative minds.

Initially she excelled in her position, and became the focal point of the Royal Family, and not just for her graces, but also for her vulnerability. It was a paradox that many of us felt empathy in how the media relentlessly conducted itself in her pursuits, as we also liked to be kept updated with her life and style!

She became a fashion icon, and seemed to revel in this recognition, but transparency did not prevail and many of us were blinded by our own selfish interests of loving too much of her, as behind closed doors she was suffering in silence, and was being told to 'put up' and 'shut up', regardless of her torment! The psychological pressures of the constant media attention, and little consoling comfort, rendered her at times to look withdrawn from functional life! What many of us thought was a magical fairy tale existence, was in reality Diana’s Halloween, as she was surrounded by spooks and scary make believe characters!

Regardless of this predicament in her circumstance, she soldiered on, and battled with her distress, and waged war on lots of other causes of suffering, and fought for major changes that would save many people from becoming innocent victims, particularly in some third world countries, such as Africa, where reckless armies were indiscriminately planting mines where the general public roamed, and issuing out corporal punishment within their own populaces to silence any raised voices!

Diana experienced suffering, and so had a keen eye to notice it around her, regardless of proximity! She acted upon this, and capitalised on her position and standing to become a true advocate of peace, and not just diplomatically, but personally, as she often ventured to aid many man-made victims in hospitals, etc. She comforted people with real empathy, and her consoling tears of understanding cleansed many perceptions that the West did not care! She fought the impoverished disgrace, which nourished our ‘food for thought’ with pace.

And so, despite being elevated to great heights, Diana lowered herself with a depth of humbleness, and became not just a socialite of the aristocracy, but also of the people, and seemingly with deference! She laid a firm foundation of charitable deeds for Princes William and Harry to build upon – and any other persons of influence to affect a positive change! She was an inspiration worth emulating, regardless of stature.

A class taught, can be a lesson learned. Heights sought, can be humbly earned. Selfless thought, can be a quality discerned.

© Andrew Stevenson 15/10/10

I've posted this early on on my blogger odyssey, but sadly had few followers and no comments! So I've posted it again to see if I can get a response? I'm going to delete the older post.

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