Tuesday, 25 April 2017

To Clare I Still Care

Clare, I miss you humbly so,
And I respectfully want you to know,
That I'd like us to be together
For our existent forever.

You meant the world to me,
And I want you to be
Next to me in our tranquillity
As we play quite happily.

You were to me a sense of pride,
And we were both on each others' side,
Come back to me and enjoy the ride
And to you chivalrously I will abide.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 17 April 2017

Do You Still Care

Take my hand and let me lead the way,
We'll travel through a loving relationship,
And I will not stray another's way to play
As I will be committed to our partnership.
Enjoy the ride as I abide to the pleasure
Of your pretty, attractive and beautiful-self,
And we'll weather what ever stormy weather
Comes our way, remaining in good health.

Will you take the plunge and share my wisdom
Of good and prosperous times to come.
Are you still attracted to me as you were
And are you still up for some happiness.
Clare I will sombrely stare until you care
And will be full of a deep sadness.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 17/04/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 16 April 2017

Take My Hand

Take my hand, what do I feel,
Tingles that are surreal,
A warmth to treasure forever
Guiding me through stormy weather.
Kiss my lips expressively so,
And go sensationally slow;
Squeeze me with all of your might,
And look into my eyes with your sight.

See me look back with a passion,
Giving you my fervent attention;
Hug me tighter and I'll reciprocate,
And with loving words we can supplicate
Our wills, thrills, wants and desires
Expressively so without any denials.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 16/04/2017

A sonnet.

Saturday, 15 April 2017

Love Others As Sisters And Brothers

If you love Jesus you are a disciple,
And have a responsibility to be humble,
And to be generous in your giving
And to be forgiving to those sinning.

Be like the Preacher and Teacher
And administer to the searcher
A wisdom about the Truth and Light
To see them from a gripe of plight.

Jesus loved his neighbour
And did savour with favour
Others of a similarity
Being kind to she and he.

Love Jesus' love, and share yourself
With this sharing and caring wealth,
And to care with a sharing attitude
To God's and the Holy Spirit's gratitude.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 15/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Care For Clare

I love my ex-partner more than words can tell,
She rescued me from suffering a personal hell;
I was ill and prone to have delusions -
Paranoia bouts with scary illusions.
And during these confusions
She was a sight of delight
Alleviating some of my plight
From a haunting fright.

She nurtured with pleasure the endeavour
Of us being together, despite our stormy weather,
As lots of rain did fall from our eyes
And lots of my thunder cried out in cries,
But she didn't say her goodbyes,
A welcoming and nice surprise.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 15/04/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.


A criminal walking in the street,
Where he chanced upon to meet
An associate of a similarity
Both on a shoplifting spree.

They conspired together
To share their endeavour.
They entered through a door
Of a popular high street store.

Browsing to see what to steal -
Keeping it inconspicuously real,
As in blending in with the crowd
With attire not being loud.

A rack of shirts rolled into a ball
Put into a jacket - a tidy haul:
Off on their way, watching intently
For any of the shop's authority.

On the street it is still not safe
You have to walk at a pace
As to avoid the shops security -
To remain safe and free.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 13/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 14 April 2017

Love His Love

Jesus filled empty hearts with love,
He taught about God in heaven above,
And that he was the blessed Son
Teaching and preaching God's wisdom.

Jesus helped the humble and poor,
And fed them with food for thought,
Speaking parables to entice being nice
And to make them think more than twice.

Jesus was an ecclesiastical inspiration
Teaching about the Church's supplication
To the needy, and not the greedy heathen,
Not believing in God's heavenly heaven.

Jesus was forgiving in His nature,
And He did nurture with favour
The repentant and remorseful sinner,
Who from being a loser is now a winner.

Jesus showed empathy and compassion
And was a sensational aspiration
To those of a lesser degree
Searching to be set free.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 14/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 11 April 2017

I Still Care For Clare

I'm missing you, my lovely Clare,
You are living out there somewhere,
A treasure indeed to behold and save
Understanding my mentality so grave.

We had some good times out in nature
Experiencing it in all of its splendour,
Holding hands and walking closely together -
You were a character to savour with favour.

I love you, and hope you'll be reciprocally
The same, as you did tame me appropriately
In a manner to keep my sanity for a while,
Wearing on my face an almost constant smile.

We used to lovingly love with a passion
You were to me a sensational sensation,
We used to embrace for timely duration's
Adhering to each others' supplications.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 10 April 2017

Good Intentions

A fair lady in the street
Staring down at her feet.
With Christian intentions
Affording my directions
I offered out my hand -
A gesture so grand.
She held my fingers fine -
Could she be mine,
This would be sublime,
Let's see in time.
She gazed into my eyes,
A pleasant surprise;
What does she see
Looking back at me,
A gentleman for sure
As I opened up a door,
Then offered her a seat -
Etiquette complete.
Then to wine and dine
This girl so fine,
And to notably entice
To being reciprocally nice.
As I walked her home
I was humbly prone
To give her little teases
With little squeezes.
A kiss before leaving,
Afterwards I'll be grieving
To be in her arms -
I'll be suffering alms.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 10/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

To Kenzie

Happy Birthday to Kenzie, nine today: and he will play happily, joyfully, and merrily with his new toys for boys, and Lacy May, his sister, will play together without the ploys of being coy, as she is brave in spirit, and partial to sharing, caring gestures to nurture with favour, as she and he are a delight to see sharing and caring for each other, and they are both like jesters, as they laugh and have fun with new times begun, and kenzie lights up brightly with this popularity in acting the fool, but not at school, as he is doing well under the spell of nurturing to spell, and his mother does dote on he and she, and is a source of peace and tranquillity, as she imparts the wisdom of Solomon, in socialising respectfully with their playground mentality.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 10/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

To Kenzie On His Birthday

Kenzie is a Birthday sensation,
He opens his presents with appreciation,
And has an aspiration to supplication,
As he shares without apprehension.

He is eulogising expressing his mother,
And is respectful to his loving father,
He is mischievous with his sister,
He is also a loving character to her.

The day will prosper with happiness,
They will be full of gladness,
With fun and games to play
Throughout their entire day.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 9 April 2017

A Flare To Care

Clare was a sanctity of our relationship,
Offering sincere and gentle courtship,
She was a loving and caring partner
One to lovingly savour with favour.

She remedied my loneliness with gladness
And alleviated a lot of my sadness,
She understood me with a lot of empathy -
Heeding what I was believing in she.

She was all I desired, very passionate,
We loved for loving duration's to sate
Both of our appetites, and with this
We was in a supplicatory bliss.

Sadly we parted company, because of me
And my insanity, and I'd like to say to she,
That that was a travesty, I was unwell,
Suffering a tormented and cursed spell.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 09/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 7 April 2017

To My Love

My partner is the love of my life
She has settled now from previous strife
Of being lonely and very vulnerable
And perturbation of being unstable.

She is an endeavour of treasure
As every given moment together
Is cherished as a blessing -
As she is very trusting.

We hold hands all of the time
And exchange romantic verses of rhyme,
And cuddle and hug often for duration's
Offering passionate supplications.

She is a good character to nurture
Into a loving common-in-law-wife,
We can be in each others' favour
Throughout our entire life.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Ship Hand's Woe

Ahoy, aho,
No place to go
To escape the cold.

Were I bravely bold
I would leave this wheel
To go to peel
The ice from my hands.

Ahoy, aho,
No place to go
To escape the cold.

Off to foreign lands
With the promise of the sun,
A story I was sold -
I would have gladly not begun
If I knew the way was cold.

Ahoy, aho,
No place to go
To escape the cold.

We are still so far
From our glorious star
That visions of those
Hot sold shores
Lie buried under iced up pores.

Ahoy, aho,
No place to go
To escape the cold.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 6 April 2017

The Spider

I'm small with long legs and a black hairy back,
I'm feeling alright but there is one thing I lack -
A nice big full belly and if I'm right with my hunch
It wont be too long before I get myself some lunch.

The human below with short, fair hair,
Had opened the window to let in some air;
Dodging flailing arms and shooing away
My waiting could be over as in flew my prey.

Walking on the walls and flying heartily about,
Flapping its wings and sniffing with its snout.
It walks on the table, then flies in the bin,
Searching for food that it might find within.

It flies up to the ceiling, then it flies down to the floor
It flies on up below me and lands upon the lounge door;
I hope it comes up near me and gets entangled in my web,
And I hope the human's bin brings it here to me well fed.

It leaps up off the door and gets caught up in my snare,
I spin my thread all over it so it cannot flee my lair;
I feel so very hungry, I haven't eaten since last night:
The juicy fly let out a sigh as I took a might bite.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Tony The Boss

Toni is a delight of insight,
As she knows about a gripe,
As she administers authority
To subordinates of a lesser degree.

She governs with fairness in mind,
And is partial to being kind,
As she is very supplementary
To kindly, administrative authority.

Her employees socialise in kind
And with this she does find
A respectability for she and he
Who go about their business fairly.

She is personable, amiable, and stable,
And stands respectfully tall
With a knowledge that to persevere
Without a tear is near to cheer.

As good times are yet to come,
Holidaying under our hot sun,
With her family in her custody,
A time of peace and tranquillity.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 05/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Missing You Clare

Clare, I love you humbly so,
And I wanted you to respectfully know,
That I am waiting for you
With feelings that are true.

You meant the whole world to me,
Please come and set me free
From the insanity of feeling passionately blue -
Without you feeling coo of what I mean to you.

You loved with a passionate flare,
And had in mind to considerately share,
You were an essence of paradise
Supplicating my needs with all things nice.

I'm missing you truly, and wisely
I long for you, and accommodatingly
I will see you through your hardship
Of suffering without our courtship.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 05/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 4 April 2017

I Love You Sister

Kim is a wonderful human being,
She is a site worth seeing;
She has an upstanding morality
And is humane in sensibility.

In an essence she acts Christianly -
As she shares and cares respectfully;
And she has the wisdom of Solomon
With her knowledge about the Son.

She works all day nearly everyday,
And doesn't sway away to play,
As she gets the job neatly done
While labouring inside from the sun.

She cares for her offspring at home,
And they are appropriately prone
To help out about the place -
Cleaning up their dirty space.

She likes to socialise by having a drink,
Still being rational in how she does think,
She has her friendly friendships,
And is very helpful to others hardships.

She is a blessing which I do savour,
Mostly, I am always in her favour,
Kim, I love you in a loving essence
Which is a true love without pretence.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 04/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Overbearing Caring

Kim, my loving sister, is very caring,
But with this she can be overbearing,
As she always presumes that I am not well
And under a cursed and tormented spell.

Year after year I convincingly persevere,
But she is very insensate and insensible
About my trouble, and without a seeping tear
I will cheer my worries away by staying stable.

Apart from this, she is a delight of sight,
As she works with all of her given might,
She works in the day and sometimes the night
Aiding her employers throughout their plight.

I love her very so, and my love does grow,
And I want her to respectfully know,
That she means the world to me
Regardless of her insensibility.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 04/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 3 April 2017

Antony And Jane

Antony is my loving brother,
he is also a significant other,
As his common in law wife,
Jane, who keeps him sane
And free from most strife,
is a person to not put to shame,
As she isn't robotically vain -
And does refrain from this ill-gain.

She is a beauty to cherish and savour
Who respects responsible behaviour,
And he does adhere to her sentiments
So dear, and so hear this happy cheer
Of dedication and appreciation so sincere
With compliments of their achievements.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/04/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Passed Caring

She's on the heroin - looking a sorry state indeed
Consuming the substance with considerable greed -
And as she rides the high intoxicated with powder
She becomes confident and starts being louder.

She would rob you blind if she possibly could
To inject the drugs into her waiting blood,
She a prominent member of the criminal fraternity -
But not one of popularity, despite her notoriety.

She studies premises and people for shoplifting,
Considered irritable, a nuisance and intimidating;
But she carries on regardless of her transgressions,
Sometimes getting arrested and making confessions.

She's in and out of prison all of the time,
With small sentences befitting to her crime,
But this doesn't deter her from re-offending
As she's in a vicious circle that's never ending.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 2 April 2017

Looking Up From Looking Down

I have a friend who deserves some luck,
But he plods on accepting life can suck,
He is strong willed and gets by
Without shedding a tear in either eye.

He's the master of his own destiny
And has attributes of being trustworthy,
A noble character indeed to behold -
A friendship worth more than gold.

He's very kind, giving and generous -
A prominent member of the populace;
He is very creative and productive
And considerably constructive.

We hug each other with manly embraces
And greet each other with friendly faces
And we exchange pleasing pleasantries
Without any patronising negativities.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.


I walked for a mile
With a big smile -
It was all worthwhile.

The flowers were blooming,
Their colours consuming,
I picked some for grooming.

Blessed me walking free -
A spirit of ecstasy
Floating in glee.

Feeling the sun up high
I wondered what was nigh -
Merriment or a sigh.

Would she accept my charms,
As I am suffering alms
Out of her arms.

I'll accept my fate
Opening the garden gate;
I feel like bait.

She embraced me at the door,
My love I did implore
To carry on some more.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/04/2017

Rhyming triplets.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Why Me When I Want To Be Full Of Glee

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 committed sin -
And she was to blame for playing the game of being insane.

And what warrants scrupulous attention, is the mention
Of being apart from your faculties, as to tease my temper into life
With strife abound for the rebound of your sound,
But listen to me, and accept where I want to be - full of glee.

I'm quite happy on my own and I used to enjoy your company in my home,
But look at things with a perspective, and not to be neglective
Of my feelings, as I did care, I stare in disbelief at times with the crimes
Of injustice against myself, concerning your health, is it me, you just don't see.

Love is a feeling to keep at all times, and to share with your written lines,
And to be caring without being overbearing, and to speak on the phone about being alone:
But you're with your friends, make amends and think, and don't sink into depths of despair
About your hair, beware, I might not considerately care, as I am full of flare about your snare.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Why Me From You

She is stupid to presume I'm against her,
What is she thinking and why,
Am I stuck in a lair that isn't fair;
I shall cry and sigh.

It's a shame she never bit her tongue,
Such was the barrage of obscenities,
Which went on for so very long
Battering my sanity.

She made my insane with being vain
In appearance as well as in spirit,
She was the same playing the game
Of giving out shit with grit.

She accused me of being reprimanding -
With this I was not fully understanding;
She was unforgiving and really demanding,
I persevered conversing cursing.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.


Why should I put up with the pain -
What do I respectfully gain:
Who are you to patronise me
With your constant insensibility.

Up and be gone, now I'm up for fun,
Socialising with new times begun,
Without you constantly by my side -
A tormented Jeckal and Hyde.

My memories of a grievance will fade
Into a shade of darkness to abide
By happiness, joyfulness, merriment -
A positive future of fulfilment.

Life - I accept you with open arms,
Bring to me lots of female charms,
And bring me a constant, happy smile -
A popular expression very worthwhile.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Julie, My Mates Sister

Julie does drink to the brink of despair,
While seemingly not having a personal care,
She staggers and wobbles, topples and stumbles,
Tumbles, and fidgets and fumbles with grumbles.

She has responsibility, and adheres respectfully
A sensibility to humbly by kind hearted, while diligently
Earning respectability from her Brethren and kin -
Prone at her home to be fattened from being thin.

Who are you, and what are you up to and about,
She will investigate her suspicions with a verbal bout,
And her misconceiving findings can be reprimanding
To her innocent victims miss-understanding.

She cares for her daughter with an ability
To see that she has a vulnerability
To see properly what she and we are conversing -
But she is good natured in nurturing.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

To Weather A Storm

Lightning flashing in the sky,
Thick clouds passing by,
Raining on those caught out -
In this monsoon bout.

As the drops fall
I still stand tall
But I am small
Compared to all.

Feel the drips on your face -
Do you have Christian grace
To feel the holy water falling
With a rainbow's calling.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Demanding Times

My voices are demanding, and can be deafening
As they eat up my thoughts with their oughts:
They can control me a times, and riddle me with rhymes,
As they are poetic with my hardship of their lack of friendship.

Do this and do that - you're too fat, take off your hat,
A torment to bear, that they don't respectfully care:
And they can control my fist to their hiss and bliss -
And as I punch myself, I get worried about my health.

To be gravely ill is a bitter pill to swallow, and at will
My sanity is all over the place, showing on my humble face,
Victimised for being me, and innocently I plea that my insanity
Will flee, and a thought to ought is having a care to bear.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/03/2017

A poem on how I was. I am well at the moment, and have been for a number of years.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

To My Daughter With Love And Best Wishes

My daughter is very personable,
She is a character to savour,
She is very able and amiable
And worships her kids with fervour.

I love her kind and fun personality -
And she is Christianly in demeanour,
She is a sight to see of tranquillity
Which everyone does savour and favour.

I cherish her as a gentle blessing -
She does love with all of her being,
I'm am now a sight worth seeing
From her persevering caring.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 1 April 2017

Kenzie, Lacy And Lexi

Kenzie and Lacy are socialising with Lexi,
She is a cousin to share and care with,
And as he and she play playfully,
They are mindful to thoughtfully give.

They play with seemingly no-bounds,
Doing cartwheels and somersaults
While listening to the sounds
Of reprimanding faults.

Their mother and father govern,
And have cart-blanche over their affairs,
They are technocrats that are not stubborn,
As they have an essence of being fair.

The children have a mind to care
For the flare of a mindful ought,
From Scot, or Georgia, a pair
That act soberly in thought.

The kids have so much that they can do,
They are spoiled through and through,
But this is to keep them from feeling blue,
As they too have a rationality to pursue.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 01/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.