In Tune With Soon

I am seeing Diane Monday,

I hope she’ll enjoy her stay,

I haven’t seen her for a week

As she’s been ill and weak. 

But she’s still been working

As she has to earn a living,

But she has been phoning

Expressing her sweet-loving. 

We are getting on very well,

I think Diane is aptly swell,

She is divine and I am glad

I am no-longer sadly sad.

Our love is growing everyday

And on my mind she does play,

As I love and miss her apt way

Of fondly hugging without delay. 

She greets me with a pleasant kiss,

This to me is a sense of sweet-bliss,

Then at home we share a loving hug

Sharing our lovingly loving love. 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/06/2018

 

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A Welcome Visit

My Mother goes away today,

She’s going to have a short stay

In Suffolk with my loving Sister,

Who will cook and care for her:

She owns a big house with land

Which for her I think is grand,

I’m pleased for my nice Mother

And I will for a week miss her. 

Her partner who has dementia

Has gone into a nice care-home,

He has deteriorated considerably

Which for my Mum is like torture

As at home he likes to always roam

And hardly sits still upsetting she. 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/06/2018

 

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A Sight To Savour

I walked within nature

Enjoying her splendour,

She is a sight to savour

That will never waver.

I like blooming flowers –

Having attractive powers

Of expressing a loving

With sharing and giving. 

I would offer you a rose

And gladly I’d propose,

Di’ you’re my one and all

And my love stands tall.

Will you reciprocate in-kind

By my being on your mind. 

© Andrew Stevenson 29/06/2018

 

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A Sigh For Missing Di'

I love you Di’ oh so much,

You have a likeable touch,

I like our sweet-hugging

With plenty of loving:

I can’t wait to see you

And know you do too

In seeing me in serenity

With you being my honey.

 

You’ve been at work today

And I will see you Monday,

You too me are sweet-bliss

And I love a greeting kiss.

I think you are fit and hip –

I love you being my chick.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 29/06/2018

 

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Scented Flowers For Hours

I like the bright sunny weather,

It’s nice to get out and see Nature,

I love the scented colourful flowers

And could look at them for hours,

I go for a walk with my pet Sadie

Who when at home is usually lazy,

I let her off the lead when it’s early

So she can have a free run in tow. 

It’s been hot for a few days now,

I’ve been basking under our sun

Reminiscing our Lord’s wisdom

And all of the seeds he did sow.

Jesus is as bright as our bright sun

Emitting Grace to me a Christian. 

© Andrew Stevenson 27/06/2018

 

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Enjoying Their Company

It was nice to see my Daughter,

She was with her loving Mother,

She gave me shorts and T-shirt

For my birthday – the other day,

Her partner was hard at work

And the Grandkids were at play.

We all enjoyed a bite to eat

While sitting on a comfy-seat. 

I’m taking the kids to gymnastics

Where they do flips and tricks,

Lacy will also do a dance class

Where she is learning quite fast.

I enjoy all of their company

As they make me really happy. 

© Andrew Stevenson 27/06/2018

 

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Pursue A Barbeque

I saw my Daughter last-night,

She was cooking a barbeque,

The meat was a tasty delight

And I kept some for Sadie too,

My Nephew James was there

Sharing a lovingly nice care,

The Grandkids were playing

In-between their tasty eating. 

I’m taking the kids to a class

Where they both have a laugh,

We meet their Grandmother

Who to me is like a Sister.

The bounce on a large castle

Where they have a chuckle. 

© Andrew Stevenson 27/06/2018

 

Please note: Sadie is my pet dog.

 

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Shining While Walking

The sun has been blazing,

I have been wayfaring

With my pet dog Sadie

Who was quite happy

With the sun shining.

Sadie was running

And chasing wildlife

Who escaped her strife. 

We walked by the river

And admired the show

Of our Mother Nature

And what she does sow.

I like the season Summer

When the sun is aglow.

© Andrew Stevenson 27/06/2018

 

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Diane Is Ill

My girlfriend is sickly ill,

This is a sad bitter-pill

As I was seeing her today

But she’s in a state of decay.

I hope she gets better soon

So we can get back in tune

To being in the same room

Fondly hugging and kissing. 

At the moment I’m reminiscing

Of her fine loving with caring,

I’m remembering my Lady

With a mind that’s not hazy.

I feel for her at this sad time

And think she is aptly divine. 

© Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2018

 

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I Love My Family

I’m going for a meal later

At The Little Owl pub,

Organised by my Sister

Who likes their grub.

I’m meeting family

At about half-two,

I am glad it’s sunny

As they will be too.

I’ve reached half a century,

As it’s my birthday today,

My family will present to me

Gifts to open without delay.

I love my family who’re close

With none of them being morose. 

© Andrew Stevenson 23/06/2018

 

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Fifty Today

Hip, hip hooray,

I’m fifty today,

Going for a dinner

With family later

At the local pub

That serves grub.

I’ll have a steak

Which I aptly like. 

I’ve hardly aged

And feel thirty,

I am quite blessed

With being happy.

I’ll have a beer

And raise cheer. 

© Andrew Stevenson 23/06/2018

 

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Addressing A Blessing

There’s a charming smile which I am drawn,

From a countenance of beauty bestowing

Inclinations of reciprocal intentions worn

In her expression of a fondness growing. 

She plays on my mind, travelling my thoughts,

And is my oasis in a friendless concrete jungle:

I no longer feel lonely and abandon the ports

That ship-wrecked I in a stupid, stupor tumble. 

I see love in great depths to nurture new feelings

Into heights of passionate kisses and embraces,

Let the future prevail with self-neglect healings'

Of bodily comfort and consoling peaceful graces.

Diane is a Saintly Angel who preaches sanity

And administers care in a neglectful community;

She rises above morality, and affluent vanity,

And is pure in spirit to sanctify our unity.

© Andrew Stevenson 14/02/14

 

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A Beautiful Lady

Our eyes met, and not by chance,

From loving hearts a mutual glance;

I saw the wisdom of Solomon –

An oracle of things to come. 

Her luscious lips opened to speak,

I gazed where mine might meet:

Sweet sounds filled the room

From her voice – love’s tune. 

Long fair hair drapes her face,

Bouncing with flare at every pace.

If I was the wind I would blow

To caress each tress so very slow. 

Her curves, convex and concave,

Are a sight to behold and save;

I can imagine her so very snug

Within my arms – a loving hug. 

A beautiful lady, a princess,

Full of life and nice happiness –

Such spoils could I aptly reap

With my heart, a gift to keep. 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

 

A re-edited piece.

 

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A Gripe At Flight

I have an appetite to exercise a gripe,

And with all of my God given might

I will acknowledge the suffering fight

Of the out of sight third-world plight.

Have you tastes in humane decency,

And have you respectfully come to be

An influential technocrat acting fat

With pride of let's hide this sad side

Of politics of us not enjoying the ride. 

They’re instrumental in a mentality gravity,

As she and he act disrespectfully in glee

At their policy to hand out a little from a lot

As those poor souls still using coals rot.

© Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

 

A re-edited piece.

 

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Grace Can Be Ace

Some hoodlums use many guns,

With some ending up as cons,

They control their criminality

With a greed of insensibility. 

Some are impecunious, having little,

While others are lavish with muscle,

I do impeach their reach of arms

Which are their dominant charms. 

We live in a respective and subjective

Society, and while some experience

Being free, others flee from objective

Opinion, not being a minion in a trance. 

Lay down your arms, and experience alms,

As Jesus had and remains to have charms

Of interest to digest into what remains best,

Storing wealth in a celestial sense to bless. 

© Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

 

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An Embrace Not To Waste

I’m seeing Di’ in a bit,

She is beautifully fit,

I love holding her palm

While hugging her arm.

I’m glad she’s my honey

As I think she is pretty,

I like her loving embraces

Which lights up our faces. 

I used to be down and sad

But now I am happily glad,

Di’ means the world to me –

I’m glad she too is happy.

I like our nice time together

As she’s a loving partner. 

© Andrew Stevenson 21/06/2018

 

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Lliberty Transparacy

I was irate with some hate

About my mental debate,

Should I remain on injections

With all its sad subjections

Or should I go back to pills

With suffering the detrimental ills.

Both are a civil liberty of unjust

Dealing with what they do push. 

I am a conquest to be a reject,

And battling the sleepy side-effect

I soldier on, but am not myself

Suffering this medical stealth

Of plying their trade of health

With pharmaceutical wealth. 

© Andrew Stevenson 21/06/2017

 

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Barren Lands In The Wrong Hands

Hoodlums play the criminal game

Of honour in their street name,

They should refrain this pain

As it makes them more insane. 

What have they really got to gain –

A stain on their character and nature,

And together they endeavour to weather

The storm of being a master form of pastor. 

They encourage others as sisters and brothers

To be like themselves, and do as they do,

And under the covers they still act like lovers

And understand love of a mother being blue. 

To have pride in acting like a lion in a jungle,

Is a tumble and fall to all who believe in this stumble,

Life is precarious at the best of times, and what stands

Is holding up your hands acknowledging these lands. 

© Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

 

A re-edited piece.

 

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Not Good In The Hood

Some villains like feeling good

While hidden under a hood

With spilling innocent blood

Creating a crying tears flood.

 

They should refrain

From this ill-gain

And should tame

From being insane.

 

What does transpire

Is their utmost desire

To be a respected sire

In this concrete mire.

 

They are willing to fire

A gun while under the Son,

As Christian preaching’s

Were at their beginnings.

 

Most know about Christianity,

And about Christians lovability,

Yet most still act insensibly

Committing needless hostility.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

 

A re-edited piece.

 

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A Star From Afar

Do not be apprehensive with what is nigh,

Try not to be pensive with conversing goodbye,

Lay your grievances down and try and frown

And I can cheer you up by acting like a clown. 

 

I'll humour you with my wit, and with grit

I will fight to make you happy without shit,

Come hither and weather our storm of a 'norm'

And we can be together without personal scorn. 

 

Life can be sorrowful, but be mindful

Of who you are, and try not to be tearful,

Try and be cheerful with much happiness

And I will reciprocate with less stress.

 

To reach for the stars, a heavenly place,

Is a dream we can strive for with holy grace,

And piecemeal is a measure to aptly treasure

While waiting to be with God and our Saviour.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

 

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Nurturing Nature

My daughter is my world, and means the earth to me,

In her nature is nurture for those less fortunate

Who have a little from a lot, and have come to be

A resentment of hierarchy in a heated debate of hate.

 

Surviving the concrete jungle is an endeavour to weather,

And while brothers and sisters stick humbly together,

They are still a minority of oddity not in tranquillity,

As to have a poor lifestyle is not living adequately.

 

My daughter ranks herself to be a member of influence,

And with honesty and integrity with no pretence -

She will not stand on the fence with appetence

As she stands tall to all in her respective suspense.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

 

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Authority Is A Minority

I'm running in extreme slow motion,

With the moral of an upstanding notion

That be without stress is a congress

Digest at what's respectfully the best. 

Technocrats seem to have Carte-Blanche

Over the general populace in a trance

Of them not being able to see being free

As they are not experiencing tranquillity. 

We roam from home, sometimes alone,

And are prone to be fearful and tearful

At what is in sight, a plight in flight

Of a governing hype with a gripe. 

Come around, and with your wide vision

See with precision the suffering derision

Of those in a positive position of influence

Being grave in how they behave in negligence. 

© Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

 

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The Need Of A Planted Seed

Praise Jesus our wise Lord,

Don’t abide by the sword,

Live your life aptly fruitfully

By duly acting Christianly:

Our Saviour is the bright Light

And can always be in your sight

If you’ve a mind to think of Him

Before committing any type of sin.

 

Jesus was hardly ever sadly sore,

And he helped the humble poor,

He saw there was a positive need

To feed them with a parable seed.

Be charitable in your inclinations

And heed others needy supplications.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 16/06/2018

 

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Missing You Loads

I’ll miss seeing my Son,

But he lives in London,

I’ll send him my regards

With some gift-cards.

He goes on Facebook

Where I often look,

He’s always happy

Which is nice to see.

 

He hasn’t sent a card,

But he does work hard,

I wish him all the best –

I hope he’ll be blessed.

He used to be my friend

Which was a usual trend.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 16/06/2018

 

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A Father's Day Delight

It’s Father’s Day tomorrow,

I’ll see my loving daughter,

I’ll be on a high and not low

And will enjoy seeing her;

She means the world to me –

I love her unconditionally,

She always makes me happy

And is a source of tranquillity.

 

I will see my Grandkids as well,

They are really loving to joyful me,

I think Kenzie and Lacy are swell

And they both play together happily.

My Georgia acts lovingly with love

And always greets me with a hug.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 16/06/2018

 

Georgia is my daughter.

 

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She Is Satiable

I’m seeing Di’ soon,

Our love is in bloom,

She is a Foxy-Lady

Which to me is lovely,

I like our time together

As a lover of each-other,

As we like cuddly hugs

Expressed with loves.

 

We sit outside in the sun

Holding each-others hand,

Sadie does go and come

And digs up the dirty sand.

I love Di’ with all my heart

And am sad when we do part.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 16/06/2018

 

Sadie is my pet dog.

 

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