Followers

Monday, 31 July 2017

Saviour Behaviour

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 01/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Must With A Push

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 31/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Notorious And Glorious

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

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

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

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

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


Copyright Andrew Stevenson 31/07/2017

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

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 30 July 2017

Me And She A We

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 29 July 2017

I Propose That I'm Missing You

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Terribly Missing You

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 28 July 2017

Our Time Is Expressed In Rhyme

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 27 July 2017

Truely Julie

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/07/2017

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

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 26 July 2017

Being Insane To Blame

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 26/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 25 July 2017

A Stranger

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 25/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 24 July 2017

Love My Pet

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 23 July 2017

Fond Memories

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 23/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 21 July 2017

Sane And Stable

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 21/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.




Thursday, 20 July 2017

Belief Not Grief

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 20/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Shadow Of His Former-self

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 20/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 18 July 2017

Forever Together

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Loud And Proud

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 17 July 2017

A Smile Worthwhile

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 16 July 2017

Clare

I Reap What I Seek

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

I can be weeping
While teasing
My faculties
Within Sensibilities.

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 16/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A While On Trial

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 16/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 15 July 2017

Don't Be Cold To Take A Hold

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 15/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 14 July 2017

A Court Session

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 14/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 13 July 2017

Think Of Shrink

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 13/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 11 July 2017

As One Together

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 10 July 2017

Am I Washed Up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 10/07/2017

Sunday, 9 July 2017

Spin Your Web Around My Head

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 09/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 8 July 2017

Why Don't You Pursue

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 08/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Times Begun Under The Sun

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 08/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 7 July 2017

Could You Come To Be With Me

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Remedy My Insanity

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/07/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 5 July 2017

Come Around To How I Sound

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 05/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 4 July 2017

You Top I Am

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 04/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 3 July 2017

Rebuke A Duke

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Shine Over My Rain

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 03/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 2 July 2017

A Tense Essence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

You Are My Queen

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 1 July 2017

Lady In Waiting

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 01/06/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.