Followers

Monday 30 October 2017

To Eva Cassidy With Love And Regret

The devil picked you Eva, a beautiful rose, and cursed you with his seed,
In your blossomed life so sweet grew his evil deed,
Yet if he had known your soul he would have been entranced,
Then instead of causing your death, with your life he might have danced. 

A waterfall of mournful tears will forever meet the cost
Of your mortal body taken and a radiant beauty lost,
Which can be seen the whole world over in your smiling Songbird face –
An immortal image captured of Mother Nature’s nurtured grace. 

You’ve now conquered your rainbow and are now its gold
Singing mediated, harmonious tunes that were foretold
From inspirations to aspirations that hairs can attend
By all who feel and love you – an ever-increasing trend. 

Our hearts are your holy grail, and in our love your vocals bloom like flowers in Spring,
Melodic echoes of high and low pitches resonate there when you sing.
You’re in our veins Eva, permeating our whole being, a pure addiction sold
Where the high is your enchanting, celestial voice singing melodies before untold. 

The air you breathed is still with us, it now rides the gentle breeze –
Whispering through the forests you loved and surfing the waves of seas,
And wherever the breeze may wonder, or the tempestuous wind can roam,
Your voice can still be heard – from the rustling Autumn leaves to the thrashing ocean foam. 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/10/2017
 
A poem I wrote years ago that I've just discovered I didn't post it.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Attire Of A Vampire

Happy Birthday to Lacey May,
She will be eight tomorrow,
Her Halloween special day
Will be full of happiness
As my little angelic princess
Is going to wear the attire
Of a blood sucking vampire
For trick or treating no-less. 

She is off school for a week,
So she is in for a special treat
To spend all day partying
With spooky and scary playing.
She is a loving granddaughter –
A palatable flavour to savour.

© Andrew Stevenson 30/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday 28 October 2017

A Revelation

A ghost gave me a fright,
It happened this very night
When I was alone in bed –
I awoke filled with dread
As it floated past my head;
Then I heard it, it said:
‘I’m your soul feeling blue
Without a wife to pursue.’ 

The apparition was startling,
I was frightfully shaking,
But it was me aching
For a new beginning.
The spirit planted a seed
That a soul-mate I need. 

© Andrew Stevenson 29/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Spooky Time

Happy Birthday to Lacey May,
She will be a year older Tuesday,
Her special day is on Halloween
Where she will dress as a vampire,
She can let off loads of steam
Until she does tire and retire.
She will have a spooky party
Where kids will play happily. 

She will go trick or treating
And enjoy sweets for eating,
She will aim to frighten you
Until you give her a chew.
Throughout the dark night
She will give you a fright. 

© Andrew Stevenson 28/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday 27 October 2017

Happy Halloween

Witches will give you a fright
Throughout Halloween night;
Monsters will roam the street
Searching for their next treat;
Frankenstein will be in view
With a mind to scare you;
Vampires will bite a sweet –
Filling up with what they eat;
Ghosts scaring you in a sheet
You will see in your street.
The charitable will be their prey
As the children come out to play,
All will be trick or treating
While meeting and greeting. 

© Andrew Stevenson 27/10/2017
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Trick Or Treat Heat

Halloween is scary,
Kids can go crazy
By turning up the heat
For a trick or treat
From who they meet
While in their street.
They have lots of fun
Filling up their tum. 

Monsters that glow
Will be on show,
Ghosts in a sheet
I will offer a sweet.
Vampires that don’t bite
I will happily like. 

© Andrew Stevenson 27/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Kieran Is Sound

My nephew is home next week,
He has been working away,
Seeing him will be a treat
As he is now home to stay.
He dotes on his loving mother
And is respectful to his brother,
They will all be living together
Which is pleasantly pleasing. 

He offered a friendly friendship
Throughout my insane hardship,
He lent a welcoming, listening ear
To my delusional, paranoia fear.
I would like him to know
My respect for him does grow. 

© Andrew Stevenson 27/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday 26 October 2017

I Am Searching


I am searching
For a new beginning,
I am not sinning
As I am caring.
What are you up to;
I want you to woo:
You were a sensation
In hugging for a duration. 

I am waiting for a response from you,
In anticipation I am feeling blue,
And am humbly and modestly ready
To go respectfully steady.
Your flavour I did savour,
Which will not waver.

© Andrew Stevenson 26/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
A past poem about Clare, that I didn't post.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Special Day

It’s my mum’s birthday,
Hip, hip, hooray,
She is seventy-eight
And looking great,
I look after her
And she after me:
My older brother
Is taking her for tea. 

I’m seeing her later on,
I hope she has some fun,
She has been down of late,
But is far from heaven’s gate.
Her partner, who has dementia
Will not remember it’s October. 

© Andrew Stevenson 26/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday 25 October 2017

New Times Begun With Mum

Happy Birthday to my mother,
She is going to be seventy-eight,
She will soon pleasantly discover
That life can be pleasingly great,
As she will soon be walking
Without feeling any suffering,
She won’t have to use a stick
As her new hip is getting fit. 

I am seeing her about three
To take her to the surgery.
Her partner is now at home,
His dementia has sadly grown.
I love my mother with my life;
She has nurtured me from strife. 

© Andrew Stevenson 25/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday 24 October 2017

A Nuisance

My car gets repaired today,
The electrics and door
Are working very poor
So I don’t have my way.
My engine light is on
So I need it quickly done.
My doors I cannot lock
As the key gets stuck. 

Before this it was sound –
A good little run around.
It’s recently passed its MOT
Despite the car being faulty.
I need my car for about three
To attend the Doctor’s surgery.

© Andrew Stevenson 25/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Wish For A Dish

A tasty dish indeed
To feed me with greed,
But you are going slow
With my words that grow.
You were attractive
In being actively active,
You fulfilled my need
With considerable greed. 

Being meek is what I seek
And with a bleat like a sheep
I will keep what I reap
From yourself so sweet.
Will you satisfy what I gratify -
A loving wink of your eye.
 
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
A past poem about Clare that I didn't post.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

 

Sunday 22 October 2017

Buzzing With Seeing

I was buzzing seeing my son,
He was having lots of fun
With his niece and nephew –
My loving grandchildren.
He is playfully mischievous
With acting frivolous;
He is very nurturing
With his loving loving. 

He is caring with his sister
And always misses her,
It’s nice to see them together
Socialising with each other.
I love my children very much
And am glad they keep in-touch. 

© Andrew Stevenson 23/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Coming Around

I’ve been staying
With my mother,
She is praying
That her partner –
Who has dementia,
Still knows her,
He is coming home
From being in a home. 

She’s on her feet more
As her new hip is less sore,
She’s doing the odd chore
As my mother is hard-core.
I’ve been staying everyday
To help her on her way. 

© Andrew Stevenson 23/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Loving Son

I gladly saw my son yesterday,
He’s stopping for the Weekend,
He told me he is enjoying his stay
While socialising with his girlfriend –
My son isn’t her partner, as he’s gay.
It was nice to catch up together
With both of us having a lot to say,
But eventually we had to sever. 

I saw him at my mother’s home
Where he greeted me with a hug,
My loving for him has grown
As he expressed his loving love.
We all miss him as he lives away
But we’ll look forward to his next stay. 

© Andrew Stevenson 22/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday 19 October 2017

Searching For Loving

I am searching
For some loving,
She’ll be a Lady
As I am fussy.
I’ll respect her
With fervour,
And will adhere
To her being dear. 

What are you up to;
I want you to woo:
Will you be a sensation
In hugging for a duration.
We could be respectable
With me being amiable.

© Andrew Stevenson 19/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
I wont be posting a poem all Weekend as I'm staying with my poorly mother. Blessings to you all.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday 18 October 2017

Save My Goal

You were a score not to pass,
Saving my inner wellbeing,
Will you become my lass,
A beginning with seeing.
You were fair with being a pair,
And had a need to share a care,
You were righteous with integrity -
A beautiful site to pleasantly see. 

I was never lazily lazy,
I was full of energy,
To please thee happily
By hugging sensually.
I am glad that I pulled you
Experiencing a love so true.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/10/2017

A sonnet.

This is a poem about Clare that I didn't post!

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday 17 October 2017

A Pleasant Day

I’ve been with mum today,
I enjoyed my long stay,
My sister made us breakfast –
She is a lovely, loving lass.
My brother took mum for a meal
Where her hip she could feel,
She is slowly getting used to it
And her leg will soon be fit. 

I read a folder of poetic pieces
And had none about my nieces,
I will have to write some soon
When I share with them a room.
I have more reading to pursue
With recent pieces that are new. 

© Andrew Stevenson 22/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday 16 October 2017

Looking After My Mother

I’ve been staying with my mother
At eight until the time of seven,
I have a respite as my brother
Looks after her with his other.
My mother believes in heaven
And used to teach Christianity,
She believes that we are brethren,
In a Biblical sense of sensibility. 

I treat all as sisters and brothers,
We should be respectful to others
As we all share earth together
Braving the stormy weather.
My mother is persevering
With her hip that is aching. 

© Andrew Stevenson 17/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Rose One

I trust your hand of hope, in the scope of loving aspirations, and Godly intentions: entwine your fingers in mine, and you will find, love ‘in kind’, as I have in mind to gently lead you out of the dark, to embark on a path of righteous integrity with sincerity, as I have faith in thee, and you will see a light emblazoned with a fiery passion with an explosion of a Biblical proportion, as I am Christianly in morality, and have values that are complimentary to being good natured, an innate quality to sate your curiosity, and enhance your ability to see clearly, as in my palm you will feel matrimonial inclinations of loving supplications. 

© Andrew Stevenson 28/1/14
 
This is a trilogy of pieces I wrote for an African girl I was dating online. Sorrowfully she lost touch with me through her lack of computer access! I've posted these before, so if you've read them before - sorry. I didn't get any comments on them the last time I posted them, so hope for a better response the second time around. I've been looking after my mother post op on her hip, so haven't the time to write a poem at the moment - perhaps tomorrow. Blessings to you all. Enjoy you week.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

 

Rose Two

You are a sight to see, a vision of tranquillity, and like the light of life, you shine to supplement my strife, as your warmth is comforting, and your embrace is nurturing, and as I grow with your nutritional sense, I blossom in your reciprocations of expressive supplications, with dedications in context with your morality, a vanity of sanity that is complementary to visions of ‘we’, and together we can bloom, as in a bride and groom, if you prove to be, the one for me! 

I long to caress your text of philosophies, and will heed your need to feed this creed with a seed to plant, a foundation to build upon, to fill our hearts with empathy, of suffering philanthropy, as I am learned and understand the barren hand that feeds your land, and as bushes burn under the heat, we will passion our thoughts with ought’s, and ignite a fight to this plight, as a concrete jungle sprouts with bouts of suppression, with a crop forgot, and as populaces thirst and hunger, the thunder that will blow from the sky, is a godly cry and sigh as to why flourish being impoverished - a capitalistic and tyrant disgrace in the face of humanity! 

I hope you like this poem, it expresses that if I make my fortune, I will be charitable and aid the just cause of trying to alleviate some suffering in your environment. I am a humble and modest person, and am not greedy, and think of the needy, and although it’s nice to live comfortably, appropriately, it’s also nice to think of others, as we are ‘all’ Sisters and Brothers, and those that deserve a helping hand should prosper in your land to think of others too! 

As a utopian I believe in sharing, and caring, and hugging and loving, and being a nice person, as it’s nice to be nice! I love liking you, and you seem surreal, as I’ve been searching for a lady with values such as you have, and I’d like to care for you, and comfort you, and share my LOVE with you, as you are a delight, and deliciously presented, as in you are so attractive, pretty, and beautiful, and I long and lust to be in your arms, an embrace I’d treasure! 

Do not wither my rose, flourish with I comforting warmth, and bloom in your essence, which I love! Take wonderful and gentle care. Love my love, Andrew. Bye.

© Andrew Stevenson  28/1/14
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Rose Three

Rose is a flower who can devour a shower of tears, and lap up sadness, returning happiness, and she is an inspiration to I literary aspirations, as with her, a poetic piece becomes a worth of affluence, as I now have a wealth of health. 

She has stealth in her words, which penetrate my very being, and upon seeing her sweet verses, I am spell-bound in enchantment, as she is a sacrament of nutrition to savour, as she seems true to her heart, and regardless of being worlds apart, she is an apple cart of wisdom, and after a taste of her affection, I will turn in her direction, and we can share our palatable oaths with toasts of cheer, and sip the vows of hosts, without the ghosts of the past, as we will surpass history, and bend on a knee, and pray for the brighter day of loving, joyful play! 

© Andrew Stevenson 29/1/14

Sunday 15 October 2017

A Caring Pairing

Mark, my older brother,
Has a likeable partner,
Her name is Melanie –
A delightful she to me;
She has graceful grace
And a beautiful face;
Mark is lucky to have she
And she lucky to have he. 

They make a nice couple
Being personable and amiable,
They have a good relationship
Full of friendly friendship.
I wish them both all the best
With their partnership zest. 

© Andrew Stevenson 15/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday 14 October 2017

Caring For My Mother

I’m caring for my mum at nine,
Post op she is feeling fine,
I’m looking after her all day
While my sister is away,
I’m taking my pet dog Sadie,
As mum likes playing with she,
She will cheer her up tremendously
As she snuggles up to her on the settee. 

My mother watches daytime TV,
Which isn’t appealing to me,
I like to listen to music playing
While I am restfully resting.
I will do an hour gardening
As it needs weeding and cutting. 

© Andrew Stevenson 14/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday 13 October 2017

A Muse To Choose

I am searching for a Lady,
I am opening my eyes to see
Which females act reciprocally
To me being romantically
Wooing with my pursuing,
I offer a sincere courtship
Full of friendly friendship
With lots of sharing and giving. 

I am ready to fall in love again,
I hope it will be similarly the same
As my previous gain of loving
Which was dearly pleasing.
I hope she will be endearing
And a muse for my writing. 

© Andrew Stevenson 14/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Love Above

Jesus was love to the core,
He preached to help the poor,
He opened a welcoming door
To help those feeling sore;
As some were suffering
As plenty were not caring;
Jesus advocated sharing
With neighbourly loving. 

The scriptures are a blessing,
Lots are pleasingly stressing
A new beginning from sinning
With a heavenly pining.
Mathew, Mark, Luke and John
Wrote about New times begun. 

© Andrew Stevenson 13/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Nicknamed Jimbo

James, my nephew,
Doesn’t take a pew,
But he is Christianly
By acting respectfully
To his loving mother
And his doting daughter,
He loves them both so
Which does grow. 

I like James, he’s funny,
And accepts my mentality,
He offered a nice friendship
Throughout my hardship.
He has plenty of mates
Coming through his gates. 

© Andrew Stevenson 13/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Thursday 12 October 2017

A Score To The Sore

James knows the score,
To help the poor,
He opens a welcoming door
Being friendly
To those feeling poorly,
Such as me,
As I am sometimes unwell
That he can tell. 

He is loving to his mother,
They are still living together,
He treats her respectfully
And makes her happy.
He split from his partner
As she was with another. 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
James is my nephew.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Home From Hospital

My mother is home,
She is not alone
As Kim is there
To lend a care,
Mum is doing well
Which is swell,
She is not in pain
As her hip is tame. 

I’m looking after her
Later, as my sister
Is going to see her son
Who lives in Warrington.
Me and mum will chat
While she is happily sat. 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/10/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.