Creative Ramblings: October 2018

Wednesday 31 October 2018

Beautifully Formed

My Girlfriend is beautiful,
She is always presentable,
She is attractively pretty
And I like her loving me.

She wears sensible attire
In all types of weather,
She sets my heart on fire
With her caring nature.

She likes listening to my music
And appreciates my varied taste,
I am the candle and she my wick
Melting me emotionally with pace.

I like her warm and glowing heat,
Warming me inside when we meet,
And she is duly my guiding light
Leading me from my mad plight.

I have the condition bipolar
Of which I sometimes suffer,
But at the moment I am well
And feeling relatively swell.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 01/11/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Be Honourably Able

Restrain from illicit gain,
As you are being a sad pain
In the ass to righteousness,
And with some seriousness
I urge you to take less
From those who you stress,
And you can feel blessed
With this I have stressed.

God's Son, our loving Lord
Preached to not use a sword,
As better times were to come
With this His Godly wisdom.
Taste the apple of your life
And know love from strife.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 01/11/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

At My Door Feeling Sore

My mate came around before,
He came knocking at my door,
I let him in with a greeting
As we both like our meeting,
He needed some help with cash
And I tell him always to ask
And if I've got I'll give it
As I don't like him in shit.

My friend is aptly very friendly,
I like sharing his nice company,
We happily get on so splendidly
And both believe in Christianity.
Inksy struggles to duly survive
But is still duly glad he is alive.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

At Ease Shoulder

My pet dog at the moment is like a hog,
She is too fat and barks for more food,
If she were a quilt she'd be a big tog
With being a fair size for her breed,
She gets enough exercise with walking
And being let off the lead running,
But she still remains large in size -
Quite overweight is a paradox demise.

My pet doesn't fret as she's firm on her feet,
Regardless of whoever she does meet and greet,
She goes for other pets walking the wide street
And likes attention from owners and pedestrians.
But I love her no-matter-what as she is mine
And I'll be reminiscing her life until my time.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 01/11/2018

As A Teenager

I used to like clubbing
When I was a teenager,
I'd enjoy the drinking
With Budweiser beer,
I liked socialising
And lending an ear,
I was always thinking
With thoughts sincere.

I would get very merry
And search for a Honey,
But I had little money
To buy her an odd sherry.
I hope for better times
Expressed in my rhymes.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 31/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

An Unusual Normal

Are you enduring a spell in sad hell,
With your whole body and face a tell,
Then try not to feel down and frown
As what is sown can be duly grown
Into laughing along with a clown,
Perk up and try and disregard your
Negativity with some high positivity,
And be rich in spirit if you're poor -
Fill you life with hopeful possibility.

I learnt in 'OU' a sonnet's form
Can break its usual structure,
So it's not viewed as a 'norm'
As it is in a different measure.
Whatever you weather stick together
And try and not sever aptly forever.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 15/09/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

An Angelic Shine

I have wandered far
Following a star
That leads my way
To a brighter day,
She is quite bright
Lighting up night,
And during the day
She duly hides away.

She's the apple of my eye,
A tasty treat to aptly eat
Without being a pig in a sty
With the vision of derision.
Shine my sunshine on myself
Directing me from my stealth.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 16/03/2016

A past poem that I didn't post.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Always In Tow With A Bad Show

I have barred Inksy
From my humble flat,
Maria is a liability
And is a dirty rat,
Every time he came
She'd show up insane,
Kicking my front door
Making me stress more.

She got her breasts out
In my quite busy street,
She to me is drunken lout
Who I dislike to meet.
She called me 'a Queer
Because I did not leer.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 31/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Tuesday 30 October 2018

All The Same Pain

Passing away the hours
I would stay wide awake,
I thought I had powers
That came in this wake,
But I was mysterious
And disrespectful,
That proved perilous
When being forgetful.

I used to get toothache
Often and for a while,
This pain I used to hate
As I couldn't aptly smile.
I don't like the dentist
With a mouthful of fist.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 31/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

All Aboard For A Stink Think

Donald Trump is like a gangster
Barking out the odd sad order,
He's as daft as a sitting duck
In distress and now out of luck,
But he addresses the female kind
Seemingly out of his crazy mind,
As we should cherish their wish
Of looking their best as a dish.

The White House is looking down,
With a funny leader like a clown,
A paradox you may seemingly think
But some politicians have a stink.
Lead my way to a much better day
Where humans and species can play.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 31/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Accounted For

I've counted bricks
While doing tricks,
And whilst thick
I was madly sick
At all the stick
That entails it -
I need a remedy
For my insanity.

I say 'thank you'
For a blessing,
And bless you
For sneezing.
Are my screams
In my dreams.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 31/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

About Down And Out

My open life is my own,
And while I have grown
I still duly converse
Not to stray in a hearse
Expressed in my verse,
And feeling the worst
For wear and also tear
I am expressing fear.

I have mad symptoms,
And while bumming
Around like a clown
I have many options
With my wise cunning
Of not feeling down.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 31/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Team Halloween

Your sweets will deplete

With the kids in your street

Asking for a trick or treat,

Some will wear a sheet

Being a ghost who’s scary

With eyes cut open to see.

Monsters give you a fright

On Halloween’s night.

Vampires will duly bite

Whatever you give him/her,

Blood will be their delight

As that’s what they favour.

A witch will cast a spell

With hair array with gel,

Cursing you to be in hell

If you don’t give up a treat

Before they go back to sleep.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Scary Birthday

Hip, hip, hip hooray

It is Lacy’s birthday,

A Halloween treat

To bleat and bleat,

As I’m loudly loud

With being so proud,

She’s a Granddaughter

Who’s in my favour.

She’ll play with Kenzie

Her nice, loving Brother,

He will be keen to see

Her being a year older.

She will have a party

For immediate family.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Put Rest To The Test

Today is a day of rest,

Relax and feel blessed

With Jesus apt wisdom

Of a Godly intervention,

He knew what was best

So put ‘rest’ to the test

And enjoy some leisure

From this nice endeavour.

Lots will duly work today

Profiting from their pay,

Christians are praying

For much less working.

Many work in the week

So on Sunday they seek.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

My Glow Will Show

Will Cheryl have some apathy

To get respectfully with me,

I will patiently wait and see.

Will she go back to her roots

To not tread on me with boots,

As I am an open book to read

With a past history I don’t need,

But I am Christianly in creed.

We all have ghosts in our closet,

Many regret the possible threat

Of opening it to reveal the stick

That can come with prising it.

But I shine with a knowing glow

That you might one day be in tow.

A past poem that I didn't post.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

My Boat Is Afloat

Cheryl rocks my boat,

She keeps me afloat

With dreams of hope.

I have apt aspirations

Expressed in mentions,

Will she look back to see

How I’ve now come to be

In an essence of harmony.

She sets my heart aflame,

Could she feel the same,

I am gentlemanly tame

And have honour in name.

I love to be Christianly

To a nice, loving Honey.

A past poem that I didn't post.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Meet Deplete

Will Cheryl like my izzat

Or will she think it crap,

I am loud and also proud –

With a charm I am bound

To head in your direction

With some loving affection,

As to me you are a sensation

Heeding fans supplication.

I am a fan of your music

And think you’re really fit,

You to me a high chart-hit

Helping me when I was sick.

I was besotted with sweet-you

And my dream was to meet you.

A past poem that I didn't post.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Like What I Write

Will Cheryl be my delight,

Will she like what I write,

I think she’s ‘out of sight’

And so prettily beautiful

And now she’s on the pull,

So I wish her all the best

And hope she’ll be blessed

With giving more not less.

I have aspirations

Of supplications

Being reciprocal

Without denial.

Am I on trial,

I will still smile.

A past poem that I didn't post.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Keen On Halloween

Kids are all so keen

For scary Halloween,

They’ll frighten you

For a sweet-chew,

Some are a ghost

You can duly toast

As they act good

As they should.

Vampires can duly bite

Giving you a bad fright

Of their fangs on sight –

To them a nice delight.

It is a night of giving

Nice sweets for eating.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

In Time Refined

I think Cheryl is a Babe,

Enough to recall and save,

She is attractively pretty

And indeed sweet Honey,

She could make me sunny

With shining wisely bright

With how I write and type –

A beacon for her of star-light.

Her dress does impress

With more being less,

She abides to fashion

With a sensible passion.

I think she is sublime –

Could she end up mine.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

I Will Not Tire Of Desire

Will Cheryl find me reprehensible

As I have a past that is undesirable,

But I’ve had to beg, steal or borrow

To see me into the next tomorrow,

As at times I have been quite poor

Which can result in you feeling sore,

But I implore not to be a sad bore

As I am a high hit to aptly score.

Cheryl was brought up on an estate

Around the criminality of the poor,

She understands this is their fate

Until they open our Lord’s door.

We can all reach heaven’s gate

If we obey our wise Lord’s law.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Beautifully Blessed

Cheryl is indeed the best,

She is beautifully blessed,

I love her pretty features

And pearly white dentures

That show off her smile

That is worth my while,

I will type and also write

Until she lovingly might

Go on a nice date with me,

I would act gentlemanly

To pleasantly please she

Hoping she’d be happy.

Is it a farfetched vision

Hoping for her liaison.

A past poem that I didn't post.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Am I In Peril Over Cheryl

Cheryl is an apt nice lover

As she is a large hugger,

To give her a sweet kiss

Would be a sense of bliss,

To give her a loving embrace

Would duly light up my face,

She has a figure of some taste

Of which I will run to with pace.

I used to really like running,

It was a source of exercising,

But now my joints are weak

From a medication tweak.

I have the condition bipolar,

Which to some is unpopular.

A past poem that I didn't post.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Push Of Hush

Cheryl is single again,

She is out on the pull,

She has a lot to gain

To not act and be dull,

As she is a superstar

Who says please, ta,

Thank you and thanks

And does not blanks.

A pressing issue

Is will she pursue

A Father for Bear

Which is quite fair.

A sad, hostile Lass

Will not duly surpass.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Freezing Cold Spell

The weather I’ll scold

As it is freezing cold,

I was out with my dog

In the frost and also fog,

I struggled to duly see

What was in front of me,

Sadie ran off her lead

Scavenging with greed.

I have got my hot heating on,

It’ll warm up me and my Hon’

When she comes to visit later

So I will be duly in her favour.

Lately she has had a sad cold

Making her feel frail and old.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Birthday Fright Night

It’s my Granddaughter’s birthday,

With much joy we will happily say

Hip, hip hooray to brighten her day.

Last year she dressed as a vampire,

She went scaring with her Brother,

Trick or treating duly like no other.

I think this year she will be a witch,

I hope it goes swell without a hitch

As Lacy May can run with a stitch.

Her doting Mum will look after her,

She will be with Lacy’s Grandmother,

They will all take care of each-other.

It is nice to celebrate Halloween,

The kids can be very overly keen

With expressing who they’ve seen.

Monsters roaming the street

Knocking for a sweet-treat

With ghosts in a white sheet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

In Time Refined

I think Cheryl is a Babe,

Enough to recall and save,

She is attractively pretty

And indeed sweet Honey,

She could make me sunny

With shining wisely bright

With how I write and type –

A beacon for her of star-light.

Her dress does impress

With more being less,

She abides to fashion

With a sensible passion.

I think she is sublime –

Could she end up mine.

A past poem that I didn't post.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Monday 29 October 2018

Picky Pickings

I preach Cheryl is a peach,

But is she out of my reach –

To her I will duly beseech

That I will not be a leech

As I have some etiquette

Which you wont forget,

As I will open up a door

To lead you to the floor.

Take a wise chance

On having a dance,

And I will entrance

You with my wit.

You are to me a hit

Being so sexily fit.

A past poem that I didn't post.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Beautifully Blessed

Cheryl is indeed the best,

She is beautifully blessed,

I love her pretty features

And pearly white dentures

That show off her smile

That is worth my while,

I will type and also write

Until she lovingly might

Go on a nice date with me,

I would act gentlemanly

To pleasantly please she

Hoping she’d be happy.

Is it a farfetched vision

Hoping for her liaison.

A past poem that I didn't post.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Being Friendly

I saw my Lady the other day,
I enjoyed her two hour stay,
We nicely hugged and kissed
And thoughtfully reminisced
Our pleasant times together
Regardless of the weather -
As we like to see each-other
With both being a nice lover.

I had not seen her for a while,
Her presence made me smile,
She is nicely a worthwhile trial
To my using an intellectual guile.
I fondly think of Di' so lovingly
And appreciate her being friendly.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Able To Think Stable

Can you make a decision
Free from any derision,
And are you fully able
To remain duly stable,
Think before you move
Into another's groove
As this is plagiarism
Not using your wisdom.

Are you fast on your feet,
And do you run with heat -
Sweating with exercising
Which can be overbearing.
Then take a wise step back
And get back on a hit track.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Wait Reaching Heaven's Gate

Have some respect for yourself
And you will remain in health,
And look after your nice body
By keeping yourself healthy,
Train yourself with weights
And favour these nice traits,
And amend your hostile mistakes
With a bodily function that hates.

Are you rich in spirit with beliefs,
Or do you praise acting like a thief,
One is in favour with a nice flavour
And the other is graver behaviour.
Praise our Lord as He is with us
And can raise you with a cause.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Vex About My Ex

I fell out with my ex
And sent her a bad text,
I duly put up a fight
With expressing a gripe,
She upset unhappy me
With her insensitivity
About sharing a bill
Of our Daughter's will.

I pay some debts
Without regrets
As I have empathy
For my poor family.
My skint Daughter
I will duly favour.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Turn To Mourn

I think Cheryl is a peach,
A tasty treat out of reach,
But I beseech that I teach
Family values you'll honour
Such as worshipping a Father
And loving a doting Mother
And being kind to a Brother
Who is sadly a heroin user.

Cheryl is a beautiful person,
Who expresses a wise wisdom,
She has a stature to nurture
Into possibly going further.
She has a worth inside and out
And has posture that is stout.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/10/2018

A past poem that I didn't post.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Lesson In Mode

I long to be laid back,
To get back on track
With how I duly lack
An interest to arrest
Digest to what's best,
I need to be blessed
With a hearty rest
Sleeping on a chest.

Cheryl is on the pull,
A catch with beautiful
Essences to duly fulfil
Me not being so ill.
I feel so deathly frail
But am I being swell.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/10/2018

A past poem that I didn't post.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Truce With Truth

Cheryl is beautiful,
And I am on the pull,
She is a pretty doll
Made up so prettily -
And so passionately
I'll seek sweet-thee
To act reciprocally
With loving nice me.

I will treat you nice,
Could you be my wife,
I already adore you
With feelings so true.
Our Lord was the Truth
And duly offers a truce.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/10/2018

A past poem that I didn't post.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Trick Or Two

I've just been for walkies,
As rivers lead to wide seas
I was current and also hip
While throwing a wet stick
To flow and sow you know
Into how life does grow
In another time and space
That will show with a trace.

Are you conceiving
That I am grieving
Needless thieving
From the unbelieving.
Lay down your arms
And experience alms.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Trial Of Denial

Are you worth my while
Or are you a sad trial,
Do not be in icy denial
So warm up and have style,
Be fit and hip and not sick
And hit what comes with stick
And all of the shit with it,
And be happy clowning with wit.

Whit is a hearty celebrational time,
Expressed in hymn verses in rhyme,
Sing along and belong in the throng
Of staying healthily quite strong.
Christians are rich in their spirit
As they've God and Jesus as a hit.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Terrier To Remember

I want my pet dog to have pups,
She's charming with good looks,
She has a white and brown coat
And I want to rock her boat
With Toby, a Jack Russell too,
Who last time did not pursue
Mounting her being cautious
As Sadie can be so ravenous.

She usually goes for other dogs,
But with him she had a nice play,
The power of all the Greek God's
Could not get him to have his way.
My ex Fi' gets on with nice Sadie
And is not now bossy to happy me.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Tension

I go to a boot sale,
Buying not selling,
I can get a bargain
Without the sad sin
Of gross overpricing
Being a costly sum.

I like browsing for goods
Duly intentionally looking,
Bushes were sprouting buds
With some birds nesting,
I duly stroll casually on
Enjoying the bright Sun.

I bought an ornamental whale,
I barted for a very cheap sale,
It didn't cost an arm and leg -
I'm glad I put the matter to bed,
The seller looked ghostly pale
And precariously quite frail.

The morning passed with ease,
Walking around was a breeze,
The passing wind made me sneeze
And a coughing fit made me wheeze,
But I persevered with some patience
With my common-sense being tense

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Telling Factor

Are you fruitful with your life
Being loving to a loving wife
And experiencing all things nice,
Then share your love with God above
Who is below no-one who does shove,
We can all enter heaven's gate
It is just our fate is a wait
For a debate on hate or trait.

Do we all enter God's purgatory,
I think we go back to the sea
To be a sinking cell in hell
With others in this apt swell.
Do you feel sick and not well
But you are alive to also tell.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Task In Hand

The girth of my apt worth
Is duly stacked quite high,
I also respect a nice verse
And duly scoring a nice try,
My writing can be aptly terse
Of which I duly cannot deny
That some end up in a hearse
With a sad farewell goodbye.

I am rich in some spirit
And like the odd tipple,
I have lots of hard muscle
And stretch to stay supple.
Looking after your nice body
Keeps you from being shoddy.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Tear Over Maria

My mate stayed last night,
His partner kicked him out,
He was in stressful plight
As Maria does sadly shout.
In some luck I put him up
Sorry his life does suck,
He always goes back to her
With intentions sincere.

They are precarious
With a love perilous
As they both drink
Until they are drunk.
She'll call round later,
I heavily hate sad her.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Spell Out Of Hell

I have been in hospital
On more than one occasion,
Being seriously unwell
With my own transgression,
I was lost in date or time
And felt out of my mind,
I travelled an existence
Of psychotic endurance.

But now I am feeling well,
Not suffering being in hell,
Being Christianly inclined
You'll find I can be kind.
Lose yourself in your will
And take a sedative pill.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Smile Well Worth My While

I am seeing my ex in a while,
Lately she has made me smile,
She is now tame from the chill
That made me often madly ill,
But I have forgiven her sin
To me her near and dear kin,
And now we strive on and on
Loving our Daughter and Son.

Lots suffer domestics,
Time goes by in ticks,
Clocking on next day
Can be some disarray.
We should all study
A nature to nurture.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Tear For Maria

I didn't see Inksy yesterday,
He usually visits everyday,
His partner is always drunk
Stinking like a smelly skunk,
And my mate is sick of shit
From her causing a domestic,
She can scream and also shout
Before sadly kicking him out.

He comes to mine looking glum,
Moaning at what she has done,
I feel sorry for his depression
At the hands of her transgression.
She came around acting madly hard
Smashing bottles in my backyard.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Score To Implore More

Stretch your arms up high
And try to stay supple,
Being agile is very nigh
With hustle and bustle
Of why deny scoring try
With some large muscle,
We have cells that sigh
With a strong tackle.

Some saving grace
Is in your pace,
Show your face
And be aptly ace.
Life is a race
Of being waste.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Scorcher Of Torture

Do you have your eyes open
To lost sheep needing a pen,
As through the ages of time -
Expressed in so much rhyme -
They have wandered aimlessly
To avoid tyrant's hostility -
A butcher can be a gangster
Being a master of disaster.

Are you humane in your taste,
With little or none of waste,
Then look up and show apt face
To our being down a disgrace.
Mother Nature lives forever -
She'd appreciate kind nurture.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Sad Pain

Are you within the creed
Of helping those in need,
And if not why let bleed
Those under sad tyranny
Exploited and victimised
Often for sad notoriety
Of being sadly glorified -
Duly masses are horrified.

Sadam Hussain was a pain,
In the end what did he gain,
A life of extreme hardship
With a lack of friendship.
Strangling a choke of voice
Can be an unpalatable choice.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Rot With A Block

Treat your body with respect
And not with unhappy neglect,
As it looks after you in need
Such as when you run at speed,
So heed what it is it's saying
With considerable apt appeasing,
And this to you will be pleasing
Like being on your knees praying.

I am a pitiful smoker in need to pack in,
But I enjoy its fruits of less stressing,
So I will put up with this sad sinful sin
As to me it is a transgressing blessing.
I smoke in moderation as it can choke
Leaving yourself insensibly quite broke.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 29/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Sunday 28 October 2018

A Prize In Disguise

Cheryl we'd look good together,
With a luck braving the weather
Or not you haven't aptly forgot
About fate, chance and also lot
And some luck as I am one in ten
With how I write with a black pen
With a sad mind like a sad sieve
As I'm aptly waiting to duly give.

Live your life free of strife
As I am searching for a wife,
And some Christians have many
Seen on TV living life happy.
Could you duly be my Honey
As I have an ability to see.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/10/2018

A past poem that I didn't post.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Pleasant Short Visit

I saw my ex before,
She came to my door
With Grandkids behind
Acting quite sublime,
On good behaviour
I did aptly savour
Their being here -
My near and dear.

She stayed about ten min',
The kids played with Sadie,
Kenzie also watched the TV
And Lacy stayed with her Nan.
We both do what we duly can
For the kids mum and dad.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Pile Not In Style

Some women in prison steal,
Some others deal to duly feel
Popular within the poor ranks
As many are saying thanks
As life can be so boring
That so many are scoring,
But duly their supplying
Is trying and a nuisance
To the warden's grievance.

Many are committing suicide
With the stress of inside,
This is not on and no fun -
They should get God's Son.
Belief in our Lord Jesus
Can be a welcoming relief
And might prevent a thief
From dishing out her grief.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/10/2018

A piece I wrote after seeing a documentary on the television.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Hit Who Is As Fit As A Chick

Cheryl I want to rock your world
With being a gentleman with respect,
Am I being too forward with neglect,
I am not a threat to your intellect
As I am only small like an insect,
Take the time to inspect my sect
Of being a wise Utopian Communist
Who'll buy you a round with a kiss.

Am I a hard rock being hurled at prey,
As inadvertently I am a victim of pay,
And as we slay and lay an animal to bed
You may ponder what it was that I said.
I am wise beyond my years and also fears
And no one except you bring me to tears.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/10/2018

A past poem that I didn't post.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Love His Loving Love

Love our Lord’s love,

It is Godly from above,

He knew what was best

Putting sinners to the test

So they’d come duly back

From faculties they lack,

And with a new belief

Not to act like a thief.

Relent and also repent

From being hell-bent

On acting the devil

Dishing out your ill.

Come back to our Lord

And put down a sword.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Put Rest To The Test

Today is a day of rest,

Relax and feel blessed

With Jesus apt wisdom

Of a Godly intervention,

He knew what was best

So put ‘rest’ to the test

And enjoy some leisure

From this nice endeavour.

Lots will work today

Profiting from their pay,

Christians are praying

For much less working.

Many work in the week

So on Sunday they seek.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Saturday 27 October 2018

A Plight In Sight

Chance, luck, fate and also lot
Can decide what you have got,
And the Homosapien vessel ride
Is wanted so within every hide,
As species would want to be us
Because we can lend an apt hand
To the hellish land of sad sand
That is barren and out of hand.

On the double can also be trouble
As you are not thinking straight,
Having a tipple can be a double
In sight with a fright of fight.
So many hooligans cause trouble
After experiencing a good night.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Palabable Girth Of Worth

I like a bacon butty with sauce,
A treat to eat to the beat of teeth
Gnashing together with a source
Of bread and butter to beseech
A meaty dish can be but a wish
If you can't afford to aptly reach,
But I preach to not be a sad fish
Caught in a net having some grief.

The problem is so obvious,
We all need to have food,
Many are quite generous
And do not sadly brood.
Nations must give more
By feeding their poor.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Pain In The Ass

I am not feeling myself,
I have deteriating health
Having the odd coughing fit
Which often makes me sick,
And I am sick of the shit
Of retching from inside
Where the source does abide,
But I still go about my day
But in a sad unhealthy way.

Lots of us sadly get ill,
For many it's a bitter-pill
As we've work commitments
To adhere to without vents.
I long to get better again
So I wont be in any pain.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Pain Having A Migraine

My Daughter has a migraine,
She is feeling much pain,
She has them again and again
But after a duration they tame
So she can be her normal-self
Respectfully in better health
So she can get on with her day
Feeling in a much better way.

Lots of us have our ailments,
Some are healed with ointments,
But some sadly rot you deep inside
Where you've to abide and can't hide.
I've bipolar and my Daughter has epilepsy
But we still love each-other unconditionally.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Pack In A Stack

Single file being in line,
Bait for what some hate,
And to eat from a feast
Is being a greedy beast
If you do not have care
To kindly share a pear
Or two to woo and date
With a peach to rate.

What percentage am I
To a pig in a sad sty,
And to a cow that moos
With grassy large poos.
I will be like a farmer
But with better armour.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Friday 26 October 2018

A Number Two To Pursue

I love all different shades of skin,
We should all love the body we're in
And try not to hide you deep inside
As life can be duly a trying ride,
All humans are in a Homosapian
Vessel with an intellectual wisdom
To think, regardless of predicament
We all like to eat and also drink,
And most ask for it to the sad brink.

In the clink they're trained to think
That being derogatory is a bad stink,
As they go on classes with nice Lasses
Who can see quite clearly with glasses.
Get merry and not sadly irritably drunk
Where you can stink like a smelly skunk.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 27/10/2018

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

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