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Saturday 30 September 2017

A Fun Day Out And About

My grandchildren don’t moan
When they go to the Freedome,
They bounce on trampolines having fun
While I am watching with their dad and mum.
They are good at a somersault and turn
As they are at an age where they quickly learn,
It’s nice to see them lapping up each other
As a respectful sister and brother. 

They also playfully play in the arcade
Where they have previously played,
They are both good at playing a game
With both being similarly the same.
We will all share a drink and meal
Before I get back behind the wheel. 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/09/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Out And About

I got up at five very much alive,
I got to see the morning sunrise,
The colours were amazing
With the fiery sun blazing:
I was walking my pet dog
In the morning dew and fog,
She was running off her lead
Sniffing the odd bush and weed. 

Nature is so wonderfully nice,
She can enchant you from strife,
To give you some peace of mind
From a world sometimes not kind.
I would pick a Christian Lady a rose
And on one knee I would propose. 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/09/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Pain To Gain

My internet isn't working,
This is frustratingly frustrating,
My computer isn't responding
To the slow pace of loading.
It has been like this all day
And I hope not to stay
As I like some conversing
While friendly blogging.

I like to post poetic poems
That have pleasing rhymes,
I have a few already penned
Following my typing trend.
I am sorry for not posting
Pieces that you like reading.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday 29 September 2017

Sensibly Acting Christianly

I am respectfully searching
For a Lady who is loving,
She has to act Christianly
With a morality of sanity.
I could earnestly entice
Her to pleasantly be nice,
As I like sound relations
Adhering to supplications.

We could share a care
With my all laid bare,
As I have a mental history
That is open for all to see.
I am looking for a wife
To share with my life.


© Andrew Stevenson 29/09/2017

A sonnet. 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday 28 September 2017

I Am Thinking Of Looking

I would like to meet
Someone who’s Christianly,
I wont meet on the street
Someone as respectful as she.
I could fall in love easily
With a Christian Lady:
Some help the needy
By giving to charity.

I don’t socialise much
And am not in touch –
As I am not keen –
With the latest bar scene.
I need to start going to Church
To wisely continue my search.


© Andrew Stevenson 28/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday 27 September 2017

An Endeavour To Treasure

You are an endeavour
As I am still pursuing you
With feelings to renew
As you were a treasure.
I was feeling very blue
When we did sever,
But I brave the weather
Of having a love so true.

The refreshing rain can fall
To cool you on a hot day.

Why do you not play ball
By reading what I say.

You do not heed my call
Of coming around to play.


© Andrew Stevenson 27/09/2017

An English sonnet with a specific rhyming scheme. Thank you, Martin, for introducing me to a new type of sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday 26 September 2017

A Debate I Might Hate

You are going slow,
I am patiently waiting,
Are you debating
With what I sow.
You were appeasing
With how you did glow,
Appreciating my flow
Of poetic rhyming.

I was mentally unwell,
While I was with you,
But now I am sane.

We were suffering a spell
Of feeling mentally blue
But had loving to gain.


© Andrew Stevenson 26/09/2017

An English sonnet with a specific rhyming scheme.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Seriously Mental

Throughout your life
You’ve had little sin,
You were my heroine
Freeing me from strife.
Could your respective kin
Accept you being my wife,
And we could be nice
With a battle to win.

We could be prosperous
With a loving relationship.

You were very sensuous
With your sincere courtship.

Sorry I got insanely serious
When I was mentally sick.


© Andrew Stevenson 26/09/2017

An English sonnet with a specific rhyme scheme.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

As A Teenager

I used to be a Marine Cadet,
I made the rank of Sargent;
I used to enjoy a hike and trek
Searching for a hostile target.
I used to practice manoeuvres
With the other cadet soldiers,
I would tell them where to be
With a position of authority.

We used to have lots of fun
Acting the part with a 303 gun,
I had lots of friendly friends
Following their military trends.
You would get taught a sensibility
Of respecting the comradery.


© Andrew Stevenson 26/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday 25 September 2017

My Pet Jack Russel

My pet dog, Sadie,
Keeps me company,
She has come to be
Comfortingly friendly.

She’ll snuggle up to me
While I am watching TV,
And she’ll give me a lick
And bite the odd tick.

She is loving with people
And is very personable;
She likes being petted
Especially on her head.

She will bark at a cat
And chase a scurrying rat,
She will put up a fight
With dogs that bite.

I love her greatly so
And like her being in tow
With her gamely stalking
While we are walking.


© Andrew Stevenson 25/09/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Soulfully Blue

I’ve got a hole in my shoe,
Rain water is seeping through,
This is making me feel blue.
I have to watch where I tread,
Puddles fill me with dread,
They need fixing with a thread.
I’d like to buy a pair of Lacoste
But they are expensive in cost.

I’ll have to save for a rainy day
To be able to afford to pay
For the shoes I want to wear,
A pair I’ll look after with care.
I’ve got trainers to put on
Until I have the princely sum.


© Andrew Stevenson 25/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Suffering With Stressing

I used to stress with my illness,
I have bipolar and transgress
Against my respective-self
While suffering ill-health.
I used to be delusional
And was very irrational,
Making me dysfunctional –
Susceptible to being incapable.

But I have been happily well
For a pleasantly long spell,
I have not been suffering
With my insane thinking.
I hope with you I’m not forgot
As with you I would tie the knot.


© Andrew Stevenson 25/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Dementia Torture

I’ve been to see my mum,
Lately she always looks glum,
Her partner has dementia
And she does ultimately suffer
With his negative behaviour,
Which is stressfully annoying
Leading to him being frustrating
As he is not mindfully knowing.

I took them both shopping
Where they were viewing
What the shops were selling
With a mind to purchasing.
My mother is regrettably suffering
With his diminishing reasoning.


© Andrew Stevenson 24/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday 24 September 2017

Strong Willed

I’m taking my mother
Out shopping today,
She likes to discover
What is on display.
She likes to spend,
Enjoying a trend
Of being in fashion
With a passion.

She struggles on her feet
But she doesn’t weep,
Her back plays her up
With spasms that suck.
Despite her aging years
She still perseveres.


© Andrew Stevenson 24/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Good Spell Without Hell

We had a year spell
Of bonding well,
We were good
residing in the hood.
We were caring
And very giving:
We were living
With lots of loving.

You were my serenity
When you were my honey;
You could be funny
And brightly sunny.
You to me were a star –
Drink with me in a bar.


© Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday 23 September 2017

A Loving Grandmother

My ex does experience fun
With having our grandchildren,
They play quite playfully
And are happy with she.
She takes them out to a park
Where they have a lark,
They explore and fool around
Without a negative sound.

Kenzie and Lacey Love she
With a loving sincerity,
He and she enjoy visiting
As Fiona is deeply caring.
Though we are not together
I love her as a Grandmother.


© Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Play Away Today

I’ve seen my daughter today,
She behaves in a loving way
As she likes hugging and kissing
Which is a tranquil blessing.
She loves me with fervour
And likes my respectful behaviour
Of believing in the Saviour –
A belief without grief to savour.

My grandchildren had fun
With me, their dad and mum,
They were laughing and joking
With their playful playing.
I took Kenzie, to see his nanny
Where he plays quite happily.


© Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Having A Play Today

I’m seeing my daughter today,
The grandchildren will play
In their own respective way,
I love them all and have fun
As my mental battle is won.
My daughter has pride in me
Not suffering and acting mentally –
Being hospital free for an eternity.

I’m taking my grandson out
To see his loving grandmother,
She is keenly, piously devout
By loving him with fervour.
We all have good relations
Adhering to supplications.


© Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2017

A sonnet.

Myself and my grandson out shopping.




Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Clare My Juliet

I am your Romeo calling
But you are stalling,
I would be romantic
If you were my chick.
Could I have success
With more and not less.
I would give you loving
Well worth receiving.

Juliet, you are inspiring,
A muse I am desiring,
A beauty inside and out
With attractiveness clout.
You got madly mad at me
Because of my insanity.


© Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday 22 September 2017

We Had Chemistry

We had chemistry
You and me,
Come back and see
Myself with sanity;
We could be
Quite happily
Experiencing glee
With tranquillity.

Where are you,
Are you blue,
My love is true –
Ready to renew.
I am sorry I got sad
With being mad.


© Andrew Stevenson 22/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday 21 September 2017

A Blessing Not Stressing

My Psychiatric Nurse
I no-longer have to see,
As I am not under a curse
Suffering behaving mentally.
I am sane for all to see
Especially my loving family,
They are pleased with me
Experiencing sane sanity.

I was ill for a number of years
Expressing my insane fears
To whoever had ears to hear –
Especially my near and dear.
I am making great progress
With my meds being less.


© Andrew Stevenson 21/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Think Like A Shrink

I saw the psychiatrist today
Where I was able to have my say
About my meds being too strong
And his prescription being wrong;
He listened to my conversing
About my excessive sleeping
And has taken me off injections
With a six-month plan of reductions.

I have been well for a long spell
And do not suffer living in hell,
My life at the moment is heavenly
And full of family tranquillity.
I am going back on tablets
With no immediate regrets.


© Andrew Stevenson 21/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Was And Still Am

I was thoughtful with you
And was mindful too,
I offered a friendship
With a romantic courtship.
I always treated you nice
And hardly acted like ice,
I had a character to savour
Adhering to respectable behaviour.

You were a dream come true,
Keeping me from feeling blue,
You were my loving saviour
A nice, palatable flavour.
You braved my stormy weather
For a pleasant year together.


© Andrew Stevenson 21/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday 19 September 2017

Hear That I Am Sincere

You were a foxy lady
When you were with me,
You were my desire
With your pretty attire.
You were glamorously
A lady of popularity,
As friends were friendly
Respecting a vulnerability.

I did not get over you,
I have feelings to renew,
As my love does grow
Expressed in what I sow.
Reap what I poetically feed
With a literary greed.


© Andrew Stevenson 20/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Remedy For My Insanity

I was poor in health but not in spirit,
I was humorous and funny with wit,
But I could be mentally unstable
Bringing uncertainty to the table,
But mostly I was predictable
As you could tell when I was sick,
And you tried to lessen my suffering
With your gentle and sweet loving.

I loved your hair bouncing with flare,
And pleasantly liked to just stare
At your pretty, beautiful-self
Looking fit and in good health.
We were modestly good together
With both being a giver and lover.


© Andrew Stevenson 20/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Mentally Free From Insanity

I am now sanely free
Not suffering mentally,
I have been well
For a long spell.
I locked myself up
In my own mind,
As my life did suck –
You will find in time.

You were my honey,
Come back and see
What you mean to me,
Experiencing tranquillity.
You had a loving care
With our all laid bare.


© Andrew Stevenson 20/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Intellectually Bright

You were my ray of sunshine
When you were mine,
You were intellectually bright
Not standing a fight,
As you were a pleasant delight
Hardly having a gripe,
We did not have a domestic
Regardless of being sick.

We met in the psychiatric ward,
Both being bored,
We hit it off straight away
From rot and decay.
The hospital isn’t the place to be
To act romantically.


© Andrew Stevenson 20/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

My Blog Name Explained

I lived on Wordsworth Crescent,
In an area called Poet’s Corner,
The surrounding area was pleasant
As you could experience nature –
Similarly, but differently
To Wordsworth’s history
Of nurturing its splendour
And writing down its wonder.

Wordspoeticallyworth
Stems from my place of birth,
And I also love nature
Like our poetic author.
Mother Nature is fruitful
In being pretty and beautiful.


© Andrew Stevenson 19/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.