Hospital Patient

I want to run but can only walk,

I want to shout but can only talk,

I’m wrapped up inside myself

Suffering depressive ill-health.

Pharmaceutical pills to swallow,

Rendering I to be boringly slow,

And I slur in my speech, stuttering,

Mumbling and quietly muttering. 

Slow motion stumbling – falling over,

Fighting the sad, sleepy side effects,

Conversations are a bare minimum,

As I am mentally a continuum

Of different characteristics –

Surrounded by bars and bricks.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 04/02/14

 

A sonnet.

 

A past poem denoting having bipolar while incarcerated in the psychiatric hospital, that I've re-edited.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

 

 

My Grandchildren

My grandchildren at Christmas. I only have a simple phone, and do not own a camera, so I don't have that many photographs of my grandchildren. My daughter has kindly sent me an email with these images of Christmas.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Behaving Mentally

I raged in a delusional state,

Enough to recall and relate,

I was in a paranoia mentality –

A dangerously grave gravity. 

Passers by were hapless victims

Of my unruly behavioural sins

Of investigating my suspicions

Of my voices’ miss-directions. 

But I always went on my way

To sing my sorrows another way,

As my insane misconceptions

Raised unwanted attentions. 

Off to the ward, an imprisonment

Of unjust, unwarranted punishment,

As the nurses don’t have the time of day

Constantly sending you on your way. 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

 

A past piece of being unwell. I found that while in hospital, most of the nurses were too busy on their computers to have the time of day for you!

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Spaced Out

He found a way to do his will

And now he is in his place,

Like a picture he lies there still –

Gazing blankly into blank space. 

The light shines in his sad eyes

Yet there’s not a flicker or a flinch,

His senses have said their goodbyes

And now he does not move an inch.

The noises in the background

Cannot plant their loud seed,

Although he hears their sound

He does not feel the need to heed. 

Gone are his sad pains for now

As he travels in his mad mind,

When he wakes he’ll realise how

His troubles weren’t left behind. 

But for now he is content

To lie and waste away,

Until his mind is spent

From being high that way.

© Andrew Stevenson 29/01/2018

 

A poem written from a perspective.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Flavour To Aptly Savour

I saw my daughter

At her humble home,

We shared laughter

As I am aptly prone

To speak with banter.

She wasn’t alone –

kids were with her

Having a moan. 

I love my Georgia,

She is a pleasure

That I treasure

With some fervour.

She is very sensible –

Lovingly maternal. 

© Andrew Stevenson 28/01/2018

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wake To Ache

My dog was spooked during the night,

She was shaking with having a fright,

She woke me up with lying by my head

So I had to get out of my warm bed.

I didn’t hear what she had sadly heard –

It might have been something absurd

Such as late-night drunks in our alley

Which sometimes does upset Sadie. 

I comforted her in the lounge on the settee,

She snuggled up to me as nervous as can be,

I put on the TV to drown out any sound

Of possible drunks sadly hanging around.

She soon settled back to her usual-self

Not shaking and in much better health. 

© Andrew Stevenson 27/01/2018

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Gas Not A Blast

My gas is off until late Saturday

The national grid man did say

As a main gas pipe has got decay.

I am relying on all things electric

Which are happily doing the trick,

I’ve got a George Forman Grill

Which fits my cooking needs bill;

But I am missing my water hot

As I like to wash and bathe a lot,

And I have to bath my dog Sadie

When after a walk she is dirty.

I can’t wait for it to be back on

So I can put my heating back on. 

© Andrew Stevenson 25/01/2018

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Searching For Peace Of Mind

My mate has been staying with me,

His partner treats him with hostility,

She verbally picks on him like a bully

As she is always intoxicated on brandy.

He’s now opened his eyes to wisely see

That she is just no-good for innocent he,

As with her he’s not feeling any serenity

As her abuse doesn’t make him happy. 

He believes in our Blessed Saviour

With devout Roman Catholic fervour,

Inksy is Christianly inclined to others

Treating all as sisters and brothers.

He’s often quoting Biblical passages,

Especially New Testament verses. 

© Andrew Stevenson 25/01/2018

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Overdosed

Who’ll mourn if the come down doesn’t wake him,

Not most of his victims of criminality for sure.

He weakly fought and lost his battle within

And on any help had slammed shut the door.

No tears will seep from us, for his life was sin –

But not always, there was a respectful time before

When he’d paid taxes, and was thoughtful to kin;

He knew what love was, and his family did implore,

But he left them for dead when he went out to score. 

Her son, who once could do no wrong in her loving eyes

Before his time had been laid to transgressing rest.

With tears she regrettably said her farewell goodbyes

Whilst packing away his memories in the old attic chest.

Yet just across town her son slowly breathed in air,

With no one to lend a hand, and now also a care. 

© Andrew Stevenson 13/03/2017

 

This is a sonnet written from a perspective. I have some old school friends who are now heroin addicts, who I speak to occasionally.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Detainee

I'm cursing while rolling down a hill,

Malfunctioning with being severely ill;

What warrants scrupulous attention

Is the inevitability of some detention. 

Locked away in a state of extreme worry,

Cursing - but not being a cowardly bully,

As staff have control of all of the ward –

I fight with my mouth, and not the sword. 

I sometimes get restrained for my ill-gain

But I won't refrain from honour in I name

As I am gentlemanly to both she and he

Who go about their business respectfully. 

A needle with poison in for my arm

While I am trying to keep sanely calm:

I wobble slowly away to face my day

With staff not distinguishing what I say. 

© Andrew Stevenson 02/03/2017

 

A past poem that I've re-edited. I was negative towards medication at this particular time in my life!

 

Thank you. Love love,  Andrew. Bye.

 

Sentiments To Cheer

Come closer and squeeze me tight,

Hug me with all of your given might,

Kiss me with variant kisses of desire;

Light up my heart – an eternal fire. 

Hold my hand and lead the way,

And listen to what I have to say,

Of reaching where you want to be -

In an essence of peace and serenity.

I'll love you whichever way you go,

And I want you to forever know,

That I won't hold back my intentions

That will be told with many mentions. 

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

 

 

Pleasant Company

I’ve been for walkies,

I let Sadie off the lead,

She sniffs around trees

Where dogs have weed.

I enjoy seeing her run,

She’s a good physique,

She has plenty of fun

Which I reap and seek. 

We have an essence

Of peaceful harmony,

I like her presence

Keeping me company.

She is unique to me

And makes me happy. 

© Andrew Stevenson 21/01/2018

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Catching A Star

Nicole Swarzinger is a doll with class, and worthy of gentlemanly attention,

And while she struts her curves, this serves to draw us in with mindful retention,

As she's a figure bulging with refinement taste, and her fashion in not a passion to waste,

And her glossy appearance is an adherence, as beneath this paste is thoughtful grace. 

She has a meek character of standing, and speaks gentle words that penetratingly sooth,

A respectful paradox that clashes with her sweet voice singing lyrics with a provocative groove,

But she is the host of both, and conducts herself in a musical parody to toast and cheer,

Which we like and love with appreciation, as this supplication is wonderful to see and hear. 

Long black hair drapes her face, silk threads that glisten, reflecting a shine to mirror,

And when she moves this bounces with flare, brushing on her cheeks that smoulder,

Red embers glowing under a smooth skin smoking hot, that can flush and blush

With a hush, as she is coy, in the sense of pretence, of a shush of our lust. 

© Andrew Stevenson 20/01/2018

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Hellishly Earthly To Heavenly

We are in the netherworld of corruptness,

And what does painstakingly suppress

Is the digest of what is respectfully best,

As we are under needless, hostile duress. 

A sinful essence is at preying play,

With some being in a unmindful way

To stray from being made of clay –

We were nurtured into Godly DNA.

We can live past the fiery cremation,

And with belief can ascend into heaven,

To live for our forever being together

With our brethren, God and our Saviour. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/01/2018

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Under The Weather

Today it is freezing,

I’ve been sneezing

While out walking.

The wind is blowing,

Sadie was chasing

The leaves gushing.

The river is pleasing

While I am passing. 

Yesterday it was snowing,

White flakes were dropping,

But sadly it was not sticking

As before it had been raining.

Winter’s cold is persisting

With temperatures dropping. 

© Andrew Stevenson 17/01/2018

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Life To Be Rife

Spring time is coming

With a new beginning

Of rife life flourishing.

Nature is consuming

When she is blooming;

I like pleasantly watching

While I am wayfaring –

Sometimes just staring. 

I will be patiently pining

For our sun to be shining,

As I like a warm feeling

While I’m out walking.

Winter has been freezing

With lots of sneezing. 

© Andrew Stevenson 16/01/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Pay To Be On Way

I did not travel far

In my modest car,

It started stalling

The other morning;

Every time I stop

The revs sadly flop,

It took a long age

To get to the garage. 

Two-fifty Steve said

As the alternator is dead,

The part is expensive

Making me pensive.

He’s fixing it today

So I can be on my way. 

© Andrew Stevenson 16/01/2018

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sophie Now At Bay

She's gone away, I hope to stay,

As she's just no good for me I see:

We used to play throughout our day

Quite merrily, joyfully and happily. 

She's gone, and now I'm up for fun

Flirting with females who seem nice:

Beginnings that have justly begun

From her perseverance acting like ice. 

We used to love quite generously –

She was loving with love to share,

But why is she acting venomously

And seemingly without a care. 

Shouting is not my sport

And reacting not my passion,

This is a final last resort

Of a vented frustration. 

© Andrew Stevenson 02/04/2017

 

A past poem denoting my recent ex, Sophie.

 

Thank  you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

She Lost It

She went away, to vent her frustration another way:

She cried and lied to protect herself with cautious stealth,

But deep within, she knew she'd committed a grave sin,

And she was to blame for playing the game of insane;

And what warrants scrupulous attention, is the mention

Of being apart from your faculties, you still have abilities,

But I hear the strife of you sound, and am now bound

To not raise a frown, as you are down, but turn it around

So, I am lost and can’t be found, as you hound me. 

But listen to me, and accept where I want to be, full of glee.

I'm quite happy on my own, but I like your company in my home,

But look at things from my perspective, and not to be neglectful

Of my feelings, as I care – I stare in disbelief at times with the crimes

Of domestic injustice concerning your health, a travesty for you and me. 

© Andrew Stevenson 14/01/2018

 

A poem I wrote denoting Sophie, my recent ex, who has a psychotic disorder. We clashed a lot of the time, as she was always suspicious - I was treading on egg-shells around her! She made me ill at the best of times! She has since had a baby, who's been taken off her and put into a foster home - very sad indeed. She got in-touch over Christmas, but I'm not interested in getting back with her!

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Care For God Up There

God is almighty up above,

He is Paternally about love,

And has a plan for each of us –

Such as loving His Son, Jesus,

Who with a shared wisdom

Preached about heaven to come.

Jesus loved our Father like kin,

And offers all to believe in Him. 

Mathew, Mark, Luke and John,

Related good times now begun,

With the belief in God’s Son

Being our Father’s Holy One.

Jesus was amiable to the unstable

And brought them food to His table.

© Andrew Stevenson 13/01/2018

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Free To Be And See

My daughter is my life,

She aids my mental strife

And has kept my quite well

For a welcome and blessed spell.

I have bipolar and can act bad

Making all of my family sad;

But I’m lovingly a glad dad

Despite often being mad. 

She loves my unconditionally

And I like this sane rationality

As sometimes I’m argumentative

Suffering being quite negative.

I’ve not been in hospital for a while

Which puts on my face a smile. 

© Andrew Stevenson 13/01/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Son In London

I love my son,

But he lives in London,

I miss him

As he is near and dear kin:

We fell out

And I did scream and shout,

I wasn’t well,

Under a mental, cursed spell. 

For years now

We haven’t had one row,

I am now sane

And am sorry for being a pain.

He is my pal

And we met at Ron’s funeral. 

© Andrew Stevenson 13/01/2018

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Stressing Blessing

My daughter is a blessing,

She stops me from stressing,

And is maternal to myself

Keeping me in good health.

She is pretty and beautiful,

Amicable, amiable, peaceful

And can be wisely agreeable

With me being sanely sensible. 

She is a wonderful mother

And dotes on her brother;

She is a loving partner

To her significant other.

My Georgia has epilepsy

Which is very sad to see. 

© Andrew Stevenson 13/01/2018

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Treat For The Meek

Jesus did seek

The humble and meek,

He offered love

From God up above:

He preached

To the poor beseeched

He was the Son

Teaching God’s wisdom. 

Jesus did pray

In a thoughtful way,

With a care

He spoke the Lord’s prayer.

Be grateful

For what makes you thankful 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/01/2018

 

A sonnet with a specific meter.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Devilish Negativity

I haven’t seen my mate

For a durational spell,

He usually does relate

That he is living in hell,

As his dogmatic partner

Has a fiery hot temper.

She causes a domestic

By giving out stick. 

She is truly a devil

By making us ill,

She is a bitter-pill

To openly swallow.

I’ll see him tomorrow

With Maria in tow. 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/01/2018

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Forgiving Those Transgressing

Believing is a tranquil blessing,

As you will have less stressing,

As praying to God and the Son

Is expressing a godly Wisdom.

Do not abide by gun or sword

While following our dear Lord,

And all the angels will applaud

At you not being a devilish fraud. 

Jesus taught to forgive the sinner

So not to lose but become a winner,

As it can eat up your consciousness

With the stress of how they transgress.

You can set yourself free to be heavenly

By acting Christianly giving to charity. 

© Andrew Stevenson 11/01/2018

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Now Departed

Ron has sadly passed away,

His memories are here to stay,

He was a respectful gentleman

And a loving dad and granddad.

He served loyally in the army

And fought many an enemy.

The eulogy was enlightening

To Ron’s humble way of living. 

Ron is now a part of this dusty earth,

With his mother who died at his birth,

They will now be together in heaven

As Ron was a believer in God’s Son.

Ron’s loving and doting partner, Sue,

Is now braving feeling deeply blue. 

© Andrew Stevenson 11/01/2018

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.