Followers

Thursday 30 November 2017

A Girlfriend With Trend

I am held in suspension
And without any pretention
I will steer in your direction
Not to sway another’s' way.
Will you come out to play,
It will be a brighter day
As I am now not insane
And like honour in I name. 

I was not myself
Suffering ill-health,
I’m sorry we split
With me getting sick.
I have patiently waited
And am now sedated.

© Andrew Stevenson 30/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
A past poem about Clare, that I didn't post.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Writing Keeps Me Sane

I’ve been reading my novel,
Over four-hundred pages,
I’ve still got a way to go
Before I might get wages.
I’m on chapter thirteen
And I am keenly keen
To keep the flow going
Of what I will be typing. 

Writing keeps my busy
And stops me being lazy,
I have something to do
While not feeling blue.
I am proud of myself
Keeping in good health. 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday 29 November 2017

Pleasing Conversing

I am going to see
My sister tonight,
She is pleasantly
A nice delight.
She’ll greet me
With a warm smile,
Which is nice to see –
Worth my while. 

My nephew will be there
With a few of his mates,
He likes to humbly share
As he has good traits.
I will enjoy my evening
Of pleasing conversing. 

© Andrew Stevenson 29/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday 28 November 2017

I Experienced Glee With Thee

I was very happy,
And gladly
I say to thee
Come back to me;
We were heavenly
Sharing tranquillity.
I liked our cuddling
Which was pleasing. 

Are you still in denial,
You’re a worthwhile trial
Of my respective patience.
You had a loving essence.
I remember you in-kind
Conversing in rhyme. 

© Andrew Stevenson 28/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
A past poem about Clare, that I didn't post.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

An Open And Shut Case

I’ve had my window fixed,
The workmen have gone,
I am now not vexed
As the Jobs a good one.
It only took them an hour
With their tools with power:
They came an hour early
And were humorously witty. 

I made them a few cups of tea,
Chatting with them I was happy,
They were respectable men
Who I’d welcome again.
I no-longer feel the breeze
That was making me sneeze. 

© Andrew Stevenson 28/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Vexed Until Fixed

I get my window fixed today,
It is in a state of decay,
Workmen are coming at one
To get the job done.
It currently doesn’t close
Leaving me with lots of woes,
Especially having a cold nose
As the frosty wind blows. 

I think I’m coming down
With an unwelcome virus,
As my coughing has grown
And I am eating much less.
I have a good immune-system I’m told
Hardly ever suffering from flu or cold. 

© Andrew Stevenson 28/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday 27 November 2017

Feel My Heart-Beat

Do you feel my heart-beat,
My palpitations are full of you,
From my head down to my feet
I am down, feeling bluely blue.
We had a good friendship
Throughout our courtship;
You were current and hip
While I was a sinking ship. 

I sank to depths of despair
A trauma you were aware,
But you didn't stop and stare
As you had a loving care.
I got wrapped up in myself
Suffering this ill-health. 

© Andrew Stevenson 27/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
A past poem about Clare, that I didn't post.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Message To Clare With Care

You had an essence of caring
While respectfully sharing,
We were a good pairing
As we were both giving.
Are you in a relationship
And do you miss our courtship.
I still think about you
And am glad that I do. 

I am no-longer mad
Acting insanely bad,
I was a threat to myself
While suffering ill-health.
But now I am happily happy
Seeking thee to be with me.

© Andrew Stevenson 27/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
A past poem about Clare, that I didn't post.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Heavenly Or Hellishly

I didn’t get up until nine,
And I went to bed at eleven,
I am now feeling fine
After dreams of heaven –
Celestial Angels in flight
Soaring with a Godly might,
Wishes beyond compare
Can be granted there. 

Often, I am hag-ridden,
I accept my suffering fate,
As I have already forgiven
My mind for this that I hate.
My heaven or hell I can relate
After remembering when I wake. 

© Andrew Stevenson 27/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunday 26 November 2017

Seeking A Pairing With Caring

I like sharing with caring,
And seek a loving pairing
With a Lady of a similarity
Who could respectfully be
My honey making me happy.
I am at the moment free
But feel a little lonely,
So seek she for company. 

Who will I meet and greet
While walking the street,
I hope she is a delicious treat
Offering loving so sweet.
Over a year I’ve been single
Which is deeply regrettable. 

© Andrew Stevenson 26/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

The Trinity

God is watching over you,
Christians believe it’s true,
He is Paternally loving
And likes us praying.
He is not a bitter-pill
Because we have free-will,
He likes to patiently instil
That it’s wrong to cause ill. 

With His wise wisdom
He gave us Jesus, His Son,
And that belief in Him
Could free you from sin.
The Holy Spirit hears
And comforts some fears. 

© Andrew Stevenson 26/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday 25 November 2017

Sea Of Possibility

A pleasant Lady messaged me,
There’s plenty of fish in the sea,
I will dip my toe in pleasingly
To find a loving, caring honey.
I will treat her respectfully
As I am gentlemanly to a Lady.
I hope things go swimmingly
In her making me happy. 

She will be current and hip
And looking sexually-fit,
And she’ll act Christianly
With a sense of sensibility.
The ocean is a large place
To find she who has grace. 

© Andrew Stevenson 25/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Friday 24 November 2017

Jimbo Does Glow

I’m off to see my nephew Jimbo,
My liking for him does grow
As he just goes with the flow
With a shining, bright glow.
He is intellectually a delight
And works with all his might,
His employer sings his praise
And gives to him a good wage. 

He hardly has an alcoholic drink,
As he likes to rationally think,
He has a morality without insanity
But can be mad with his vanity.
He is within a loving courtship
With a Lady who is prettily-chic. 

© Andrew Stevenson 24/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

No Fun With Karen

I longed for Karen,
To share my wisdom
That we’d make a pair
Who’ve a loving care.
But she’s hardly there
Working at B and M,
So yet again I’ll search
For a Lady of worth. 

Who’ll be my fixation
With poetic supplication,
I have a muse to choose
To win and not lose.
Who will be my dear
To raise from me a cheer. 

© Andrew Stevenson 24/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wednesday 22 November 2017

Wine And Dine Time

You have a beautiful face
And express eloquent grace,
Your hair is black and long,
Come to me and belong
With experiencing serenity
As I court you respectfully.
You’re a vision of beauty -
Very attractive and pretty. 

Could you be mine
To wine and dine;
I would treat you fine
And type the odd rhyme
To express my fervour
Of seeking your favour. 

© Andrew Stevenson 23/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Your Sweet-Self In Good Health

I am still dreaming
Of your sweet-self,
Are you searching
While in good health.
I am still reaching
For a new beginning,
You are a sight to see –
A vision of beauty. 

You are my only desire,
I am passionately on fire
As the heat of your beat
Could be mine to reap.
You’re attractive and pretty –
I’m sure you’d make me happy.  

© Andrew Stevenson 22/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Tuesday 21 November 2017

Sunrise Can Be A Prize

I like birds chirping
In the early morning
While out walking.
The dawn sunrise
Is a welcome prize
To greet your eyes.
I stroll by the River Dee
With my pet dog Sadie.

Winter is nearly nigh
With Autumn’s goodbye,
Jack Frost will say ‘hi’
As snow falls from the sky.
I long for Spring again
With new life to gain. 

© Andrew Stevenson 21/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Soon To Be

It is nearing winter,
Autumn is diminishing,
The weather is colder –
Soon to be freezing.
The leaves have fallen
With most now rotten.
Snow is sadly forecast
Which I hope won’t last. 

I like Spring and Summer,
With new life blooming,
Where the sun is sunnier
Warming your whole being.
Nature will sadly subside
While its frosty outside. 

© Andrew Stevenson 21/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Did Not See Lovely She

I was apprehensive
And deeply pensive
When I went to B&M –
She wasn’t working again.
I am longing from afar
To take Karen to a bar
To share our company
With drinking merrily. 

I hope she is still free
So she can get with me;
I will pleasingly be
A gentleman to she.
Karen is a Lady with class,
Making her a likeable lass. 

© Andrew Stevenson 21/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Monday 20 November 2017

Will She Like Me To See

Karen is a sight to see,
I hope she still likes me
As I think she is pretty
And attractively a honey:
Will she take my hand –
This would be grand:
I would lead the way
To a much brighter day.

We’ve a lot in common,
Such as both having a son.
I can turn the charm on
With a shining wisdom.
My Goosebumps tingle –
I hope she is still single. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Sight Of Delight

Karen is my type,
I will aptly write
She is a delight:
She is beautiful
And bountiful
In being fruitful
Which I will pluck
If I am in luck. 

We’ve a friendship,
I’d like a courtship
Of going steady –
I think I am ready.
I want her to woo
With feelings anew.

© Andrew Stevenson 19/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Kieran Is Now Home

My nephew is now home,
He has considerably grown
As he is a body-builder
Lifting weights to get bigger.
He’s been hitting the gym
To keep his waist slim,
As he’s been drinking a lot
With the many mates he’s got. 

I saw him last Sunday
When I had Lacy May,
He was looking himself
And was in good health.
I was pleased to see him
As he is my near and dear kin. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

We Are Kin To Him

Repent from sin,
We’re God’s kin,
His wise wisdom
Gave us His Son.
Jesus is loving
And forgiving,
He was caring
With sharing. 

Those in denial
Can be a trial,
But judge them
With reason.
The devilish way
Will rot and decay. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Respectfully Sadie

I hope Karen likes Sadie,
My Jack Russell Terrier,
She is lovingly cosy
When cuddling up to her.
She can be quite playful
And is often cheerful –
Especially while walking
And when she’s running. 

She’s been lovingly nurtured
And is now good natured,
She is great with he and she
Who gently pet her respectfully.
I love her with all of my heart
And dread the day she will part. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Fit And Hip

I think she is sexily fit –
Will she be my chick,
I have a loving appetite
Of her palatable taste,
I will write and type
With haste of her grace,
She is deliciously ripe
Putting a smile on my face. 

Is Karen my loving fate,
Will she come on a date,
She is beautifully pretty
Already making me happy.
I will patiently wait and see
If she is single and free. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Spare A Care

Would she get with me,
We could be in harmony
In caring for each other
With each being a lover.
I think she is a honey
As she is very pretty.
I hope I see her soon
Singing the same tune. 

She is a darling for sure,
And to her I will implore
To wisely take a chance
On a courting romance.
She is a grandmother
And I’m a grandfather. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Saturday 18 November 2017

Lay A Wreath And Have Belief

I have a responsibility
To act aptly Christianly,
As I believe in the Son
And His Godly wisdom.
Impart from your heart
His words of belief,
And make a new start
By forgiving the thief. 

Our Lord seeks the heathen
To believe God is in heaven,
And that His Paternal ways
Can lead you to brighter days.
Sinners should relent and repent
And experience Jesus’ Lent. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Grave Gravity

I have a psychotic condition
And my life used to be mad,
But I now have an injection
And I am happily glad.
I’ve been hospital free
For seemingly an eternity,
I am on the right path
Where I have a laugh. 

I used to cause a domestic
When I was insanely sick,
My family weren’t happy
With me acting mentally.
I was harmful to myself
Suffering this ill-health. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/11/2017
 
A sonnet.
 
Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.