Thursday, 31 August 2017

Tearfully stressful

You were deeply faithful
And not neglectful:
My insanity was stressful
Which made you tearful.
Sorry for your suffering;
You were a blessing
While I was stressing
Of harmful transgressing
To me, myself and I.

I now wonder why
You don’t try
To get back with me
As we were meant to be.
I am now respectful to myself
Not suffering any ill-health.

© Andrew Stevenson 01/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Expressing Expressions

Clare was a loving delight,
She has now taken flight,
I will express a gripe
Within my expression –
Teaching her a lesson
That our separation
Was due to my medication
Not being much of a sedation.

I loved her expressively so,
And wanted her to know
That she is my princess –
Giving more and not less.
We had a love to remember
For our respective forever.

© Andrew Stevenson 31/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Maternal Stressing

I love my mother with all of my heart,
Sometimes she seems worlds apart,
She has ailments and is stressed out
Staying in and not getting about.
She is due soon for a hip operation
Where she will get much attention.
She is getting on in years
And has her passing fears.

Her partner suffers from dementia,
A stressful type of torture,
As he doesn’t make much sense
And keeps my mother in suspense.
She isn’t coping as well as she should
But she gets help from kin which is good.

© Andrew Stevenson 31/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 30 August 2017

Loving With Hugging

My Georgia is a great mother,
She is also a loving daughter,
I love her maternal ways
Creating brighter days.
She has wisdom and is bright
And is intellectually a delight:
She is a graceful saving grace
With love blossoming at a pace.

I am thinking with a sane mind,
Proud and loud you will find
Of being paternally inclined,
As Georgia is lovingly refined.
We are loving with our hugging
As we are both endearing.

© Andrew Stevenson 31/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Lacey May Today

Lacey May has her plaster off today,
She fractured her arm while at play,
She will be buzzing to use it again
While hopefully not in any pain.
She is a brave little soldier
And is always in my favour,
She is kind, gentle and sweet –
A tasty palatable treat.

She goes back to school soon,
And will be in a different classroom,
Her teachers sing her praises
As she studies for ages.
She plays quite joyfully
And is content and happy.

© Andrew Stevenson 30/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Fun Filled Day

I had my grandson yesterday,
I took him to a park to play –
He was climbing, jumping,
Running and throwing
Stones and sticks
And heavy bricks
For my pet dog, Sadie
Who was playing playfully.

It was a gloriously sunny day,
We walked by the River Dee,
We roamed around the bay
Taking in the tranquillity.
Kenzie was in my favour
With his good behaviour.

© Andrew Stevenson 30/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 27 August 2017

Mostly Good Natured

My grandchildren play
Mostly In a respectful way,
They are good together
With a loving endeavour
Of sharing and caring;
They are good at giving
And have a friendly nature
From their parent’s nurture.

They sometimes cry,
And often sigh as to why
They are being told off
With a parental scoff,
As they can also be naughty
Not making their mother happy.

© Andrew Stevenson 27/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Love That Grows

Lacey, my granddaughter
Is a wonderful sister,
She has respectable behaviour
To her sibling in her favour.
She has a friendliness to savour
Which doesn’t waver,
As she keeps good relations
With her friendly supplications.

She is pretty and beautiful
And is often not a handful,
She can be shy and bashful
And is personable and amiable.
I have a love that grows with pace
That lovingly shows on my face.

© Andrew Stevenson 27/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Amiable And Personable

Kenzie, listens to what you say
While he is engaging in play,
He behaves well mostly
With a responsibility.
He is the older sibling,
His praises we do sing
As he looks after his sister
Behaving like a loving brother.

He is not the clowning fool
At his respective school,
As he does as he is told
Without a crying scold.
In an essence he is amiable,
And is likable and personable.

© Andrew Stevenson 27/08/2017

A sonnet denoting my grandson.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Beginning Believing

Are you missing me
As I’m missing you,
I was happy in glee
With a love so true.
You meant everything –
Praises I humbly sing
To all who might hear
That you were my dear.

With sentiments to cheer
I will respectfully adhere
To pursuing of wooing
You, with a believing
I won’t always be grieving
For a fresh beginning.

© Andrew Stevenson 27/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Do You Still Feel For Me

Do you feel an emptiness without me,
And do you feel imprisoned instead of free,
Suffering being locked up in your mind
With thoughts of seeing me in-kind.
I hope you think fondly of myself
As I am now in good health,
And offer you a gentleness to savour
Adhering to sensible behaviour.

I was crazily mad and was very sad,
But had responsibilities of being a dad,
And I am sorry if you weren’t happy
With how I regrettably came to be,
Suffering a grave mentality of being insane –
But now I am well and respectfully tame.

© Andrew Stevenson 27/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 26 August 2017

One Of The Loves Of My Life

My daughter looks after me,
She has come to be
A source of tranquillity.

She is the love of I life,
Freeing me from lots of strife
From her being nice.

I am off to see her today,
The grandchildren will play
In a respectful way.

She is a loving treasure
Of my reciprocal endeavour
Of braving our stormy weather.

We both know the score
Of being humbly poor,
Which can make you sore.

But we strive on and on
Enjoying lots of fun
With new times begun.

I am now pleasantly well
Not suffering a cursed spell
Of being insanely in hell.

© Andrew Stevenson 26/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 25 August 2017

Blissfully Bliss

My life was blissfully bliss
When I had you to kiss;
I lapped up your passion
With loving attention.
You were very giving,
And also receiving,
As we were a pair
With our all laid bare.

I liked your fair hair
That bounced with flare,
You figure was a sight
Of perfectional might.
I am respectfully missing
Your teasing pleasing.

© Andrew Stevenson 25/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

How I Was

I am feeling sane,
And relatively tame,
I like honour in I name
And am sorry I was lame,
But I wasn’t to blame.
I was a bitter-pill to swallow
Not knowing if tomorrow
Will be full of sorrow.

I was dysfunctional
With being delusional,
I was paranoid, but not of you,
As my loving for you was true,
I thought people were after me
A tormenting, suffering travesty.

© Andrew Stevenson 25/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 24 August 2017

Out And About With Clout

I enjoyed our time away,
We had a nice holiday,
We visited a meadow
Where flowers did grow.

We climbed up steep hills
Enjoying some of life’s thrills
Of nature in spring time –
Which was so incredibly fine.

We liked the gushing streams,
Where life just seems
To flow innocently by,
Which we weren’t to deny.

We enjoyed the midday sun
With new times begun,
You were very hot
A sensation not forgot.

You were full of life,
Could you become my wife,
And come back to share
A gentle and loving care.

© Andrew Stevenson 24/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 23 August 2017

A Dog Like A Hog

Kitty the pussy cat,
Saw a prowling dog
Who was extremely fat
And looked like a hog.
The large dog was big,
And like a snorting pig,
He ran and gave chase
At a slow speed and pace.

Little kitty saw that
The large dog was fat,
And slowly ran away
To continue her play.
She rescued herself
With a cunning stealth.

© Andrew Stevenson 24/08/2017

A children's sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Light Me Up

I used to bask in your radiance,
You had me in a loving trance,
I used to behave quite brave
In our partnership so grave.

I used to cut myself up,
As my insanity did suck,
But you were a pleasure
Worthy of my endeavour.

My craziness sent you crazy,
My life at the time was hazy,
I was in amongst the fog
Searching for a snog.

You had a loving grace
That lit up your face,
You were a saving grace
With a loving embrace.

© Andrew Stevenson 23/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Let Us Walk Hand In Hand

Do you seek your promised land,
We could walk it hand in hand –
Mountains and pasture grand.

I loved your loving love,
You would give me a shove
To let loose and fly like a dove.

I was in plight, and with a fright
I cut myself up with a might –
Resulting in you taking flight.

Fly with me over land and sea
And experience our loving serenity,
That could come to be with being three.

You have a loving child to bring up,
And as you still drink from the cup
Your love does grow with every sup.

Jesus taught to love your offspring,
Which His disciples did sing
Along with a worldly belong.

Come back to me and see
How we could experience tranquillity,
Pleasingly being you with me.

© Andrew Stevenson 23/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sadie Said

Sadie the dog,
Spoke to a frog
Near a bog.

This was the frogs home,
Where he did roam
Mostly alone.

Sadie said
That in her bed
She had bled.

Cut horribly up
Since being a pup
Of being out of luck.

She hasn’t bred,
And wants to wed
Before she is dead.

She has a need
To respectfully breed
From a prince’s seed.

I would like a kiss,
To turn you into bliss –
What I do miss.

© Andrew Stevenson 23/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Have Changed For The Better

I am still dreaming of you,
My love is lovingly true,
You only have to read
To see it is you I heed.
You regrettably took flight
From having a fight,
I was crazy and delusional
And very irrational.

Now I am tame with myself,
Not suffering ill-health,
I have been well for a duration
Regularly taking my medication,
Which is too much of a sedation
Leaving me with less attention.

© Andrew Stevenson 23/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 22 August 2017

Where Are You

I don’t know where you live,
Perhaps this is a positive,
As I don’t want to pursue
If you are feeling blue.

I have texted you with my site,
And with all of my literary might
I will write and type of my hype
Of you being out of sight.

You are attractive and pretty,
And I could be humorously witty;
I could crack a joke like a jester
That you would reply in laughter.

Your beautiful looks were a treasure,
I’m sorry for my stormy weather
Of making it rain again and again
With you feeling much pain.

I liked to please you with loving,
You were reciprocal in giving,
We had an amicable relationship
Full of sincere courtship.

© Andrew Stevenson 22/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Pleasing Wayfaring

I liked walking and talking,
Your conversing was pleasing,
We would stroll with ease
And would like a cool breeze.

We would often experience
Wayfaring amongst nature,
We had a loving essence
Of not hurting a creature.

We would explore with wonder
And marvel at life’s splendour,
Mother Nature is glorious
And we were both very pious.

We liked the many types of trees,
And all the different bushes,
Plants would sway in the breeze
Along with your beautiful tresses.

Your hair shone in the sunlight,
Your piercing eyes were bright,
I fondly and happily reminisce
That your lips were bliss to kiss.

We were happy and good,
And I was crazy in love,
You meant the world to me
And we were meant to be.

© Andrew Stevenson 22/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sweet Dreams Of My Love

You were a dream come true,
A blessing in sweet disguise,
You kept me from feeling blue
By opening up my loving eyes.

We shared and cared a lot,
These times are not forgot –
Memories to remember
From January to December.

I love thinking of yourself,
I am now in good health,
Could you get back with me
Experiencing our serenity.

I offer a loving courtship
With a sincere friendship,
I will hug, cuddle and kiss
Hoping to create our bliss.

We were good as a pair,
Will you have a care
To think of me passionately
Which might make you happy.

© Andrew Stevenson 22/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 21 August 2017

I Regret Our Separation

I truthfully and honestly believe in you
To come around from feeling blue,
We have a loving love to pursue
With fresh feelings to renew.

My insanity was to blame
For our untimely separation,
I was no-longer feeling sane
And ignored your supplication.

You wanted the best for me
And had a supportiveness
Of a giving and sharing lenity –
You had a free-handedness.

You satisfied my need with a greed,
And now I respectfully plant my seed
Of getting intimately back with you
With typing and writing to pursue.

© Andrew Stevenson 21/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Still Dream Of You

You were a dream come true,
Preventing me from feeling blue,
I loved your essence for life
Freeing me from all my strife.

I met you on the hospital ward,
Where you were extremely bored,
Until I came your respective way –
Then we had a fun-filled day.

You used to visit me at my home,
Where before I’d been all alone,
You were a sense of paradise
Fulfilling me with all things nice.

We shared our company in glee
Taking care to act respectfully,
As we both believed in the Saviour
Adhering to his Godly behaviour.

Will you come back and see
That I am experiencing sanity,
I am personable and amiable
And am rationally stable.

© Andrew Stevenson 21/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Positive Thinking

I have waited a long while
To see your charming smile,
We split up amicably
Because of my insanity.

We both knew the score,
That I was negatively poor
In my respective wellbeing –
A sight not worth seeing.

But I have changed my ways,
And now brighten up my days
By writing and typing about you
With fond memories to renew.

I wonder and ponder how you are;
You to me were a bright star
Leading me into the right direction
Of living to your perfection.

I lapped you up with vigour,
You were a palatable flavour
Of adhering to a behaviour
Of being in my favour.

We were good together,
Sorry for my stormy weather
That made it rain from your eyes
As we parted and said our goodbyes.

© Andrew Stevenson 21/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 20 August 2017

Will You Come To Be With Me

You are respectfully teaching
While I am humbly preaching
That to get intimately back with me
Will be our peace and harmony.

We were good as a loving pair,
You were always passionately fair:
Your loving was gratefully gratifying
With no denying of pleasing.

We used to hug and cuddle
With both being amiable,
I loved your sensual kissing
That I am undeniably missing.

We used to share our company
With conversing of our loving,
You were a sight to plainly see
With giving, sharing and caring.

© Andrew Stevenson 20/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 19 August 2017

Not The Fool At School

You are teaching at your school,
You use writing as a tool,
Heed my poetic rhymes
With amiable new times.

I write and type with a might,
And while you are out of sight
I will express a hearty gripe
Of you taking flight.

I was ill cutting myself up,
And I was out of luck
When you packed and left
Leaving me bereft.

Come back to me and see
Peace and harmony in we –
Experiencing tranquillity
Through our loving sexually.

I am lonely without you,
I am feeling quite blue
Without you to woo
With loving to renew.

© Andrew Stevenson 20/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Am I In Luck

To Clare, are you still there
With your hair so fair,
It was lovely and shiny - 
So delightfully pretty.

Your luscious lips were pout,
And they were dreamy to kiss,
You to me had clout
And were a sense of bliss.

You had a passionate care,
And you don’t have to beware
As I am now not gravely-ill
Wanting to insanely kill.

I got wrapped up in myself
Suffering this ill-health,
And I was open to ridicule
Like being back at school.

I cut myself up, out of luck,
As after you my life did suck.
But I have now tidied myself up
And am fond to play with like a pup.

© Andrew Stevenson 20/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tame With Being Sane

My son experiences life
Without a respective wife,
He would like a husband
To take his humble hand.

He lives in another city,
Which is a crying pity,
But he lives life to the full
When he is out on the pull.

He is good looking
And very charming,
He likes to wine and dine
With his willing time.

He has had many courtships
Throughout his relationships,
But keeps them to himself
As his sexuality is in stealth.

I haven’t met a boyfriend yet,
But I’m willing to place a bet
That it won’t be too long
Before he brings one along.

His masculinity reaps femininity,
As the girls love his sensibility
Within the realms of fashion
To which he has a passion.

It seems like he sits on the fence
With his sexual appetence,
As he’s always with the birds
Conversing with his words.

He’s travelled abroad a lot,
Good times not forgot,
With pictures on Facebook
Portraying his good luck.

© Andrew Stevenson 20/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

New Times Begun With My Son

I love my son with all of my heart,
At times he seems worlds apart,
As he doesn’t keep in-touch much,
And seems always to be in a rush.

He won’t spend much time with you,
As he has other priorities to pursue,
But he is loving to his loving mother
Who dotes on him like no-other.

He has lots of pretty girlfriends,
Who always follow his trends,
As he does their hair and make-up -
But sexually they are not in luck.

He likes the boys, and like a man
He is willing with whatever he can
To act maturely and soberly
With positivity and sensitivity.

He is always the centre of attention,
And adheres to the female supplication
Of sharing his company with she –
Not a partner to be with he.

© Andrew Stevenson 19/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

My Son And Me

Me and my son were best mates,
He has respectable traits;
We used to share philanthropy
Philosophy about he and me.
We were good together
And loved each other;
I brought him up with values
That he now pursues.

He was a loving son,
But now lives in London,
We have grown apart
Despite my loving heart.
My love I will always sow
So hopefully it might grow.

© Andrew Stevenson 19/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Good Times Ahead

Fiona has gone to see our son,
Who now lives in London,
He has been there for a while
Which makes him smile.

He likes the gay scene,
And is very keen
On making friendships
Throughout his courtships.

He has lots of female friends,
Who adhere to the latest trends,
They are very popular with him
As he also strives to be thin.

He likes to go out clubbing
Where he loves dancing,
He likes drinking
With sober thinking.

He is a loving son to his mother,
And together they can weather
Any storm that may come their way,
Such as hostility because he is gay.

© Andrew Stevenson 19/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 18 August 2017

A Bitter Pill To Swallow For Tomorrow

I am still humbly pining
For wining and dining
A lady who I am finding
Is to be hiding.

Why don’t you come out to play,
Where we can stray in a way
To entice being nice
Without acting like ice.

You were pleasurably pleasing;
Your nature and character
Was respectfully appeasing
In nurturing a good nature.

We were good together,
And I don’t know whether
You’ll get back with me -
I still love you you’ll see.

You were my Saintly Angel,
Alleviating some of my hell
Of a grave tormented spell
Of being insanely ill.

© Andrew Stevenson 18/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday, 17 August 2017

Heat Up My Heart

Are you thinking of me
As I am of you,
Will you come to be
With feelings still true.

I have you to fondly remember,
You were my one and all,
You were my saving saviour
But now you hide and stall.

I can turn up the heat
With every heartbeat;
Every respectable peek
You were a delicious treat.

And while I was weak,
You were so strong,
We both sung a song
Of a worldly belong.

Your voice was music
To both of my ears,
Sorry I got insanely sick
Which brought you to tears.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 17/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Will It Come To Pass You Being My Lass

I pacified you with kisses,
You had a mutual desire,
I still have many wishes
Of you lighting my fire.

We hugged for durations,
Adhering to supplications
Of loving embraces
Lighting up our faces.

You were aglow with brightness,
Alleviating some of my badness,
As I have a mental condition
Which affected your decision.

We split-up after a mental bout,
Which made you have doubt
About carrying on with me
During this grave mentality.

That is all in the past,
Will you become my lass,
I am now sanely sensible
And strive to be respectable.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 17/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 16 August 2017

A Bitter Pill To Swallow

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 16/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 15 August 2017

Philanthropy Of Me And She

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 15/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 14 August 2017

Me And Clare Were Good As A Pair

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 14/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Still Loving Your Love

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 14/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday, 13 August 2017

Being Productive With Being Constructive

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 13/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Plea To Fi To See

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

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

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

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

© Andrew Stevenson 13/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 12 August 2017

Are You Blue Too

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 12/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 11 August 2017

Worlds Apart

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Fishing For You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Plead Guilty Over You

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/08/2017

Thursday, 10 August 2017

You Were A Blessing

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 10/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday, 8 August 2017

Feeling Blue Over You

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 08/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday, 7 August 2017

My Mate Nearly At Heaven’s Gate

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Down On His Luck

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday, 5 August 2017

Full With Love

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 06/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Not Mad But Sad

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 05/08/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Desiring You

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 05/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Will Type And Write With All Of My Might

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 05/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday, 4 August 2017

Regardless Of Our Time Apart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 04/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday, 2 August 2017

Am I Being Intrusive

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Very Humble

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 02/08/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.