Followers

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.