Creative Ramblings

A Star That Fell With ‘Kiss And Tell’ Knell

2011-09-15T06:45:00.000-07:00

Britney Spears can speak with a spark, sing with her heart, and shout at the dark when she is worlds apart, as she can fell you with a rant and a rave, uplift you with vocals to save, and deafen you with a mentality so grave.

And as we hear, you may think of the ink that takes her to the brink of despair, as to shave off her hair is a testimony to share of the insanity that can come with the popularity of being greedily pursued by the paparazzi.

And as you peak under the covers of this pressing issue of a transgressing hounding with a pounding
Of blows below the belt, you may perspective take on how this felt, and understand what shook her hand to fight and come back with a track to follow, devoid of the sorrow of people being shallow and hollow inside, as many were not filled with grief, and marvelled in mockery tomfoolery, but she restored herself with a wealth of health, and with stealth has matured out of adolescence, and now has an assured sense of maturity popularity without pretence.

From being down, she has now risen, and is angelic in her graces, and faces crowds with proud stances,
And woos them with her dances, that leave many starry eyed with awe, as she is not poor in spirit,
And gives it a hundred percent, which is seen in her arrangements – accompanied by the engagements
Of her sweet voice, singing words of choice, and together they flow as irreproachable poetry in motion,
Which leaves the fans susceptible to raise their hands in appreciation to her supplication of their devotion.

Copyright WordsPoeticallyWorth 15/9/11

A Star With A Light Of Might

2011-09-15T04:52:00.000-07:00

Beyonce holds palms of hands with devoted fans, and they embrace her traits of compassion,
And feel sincerity in her gentle warmth, which is expressed in her genialness and their happiness:
Goose-bumps play along with her song of worldly belong, which tease with the ease of her tuneful breeze.

She floats on stage flying in a sea of arms waving, with some crying, and others craving
To touch her reciprocally with sensitivity, as she is a lady in all of her demeanour, which they savour,
And she takes them to her realms of euphoria, with some hysteria, as she is a goddess with prowess,
Who struts her shapely curves, and notes from a throat of worth, and enchants us in her fashion and passion.

An intellectual with a voice to be heard, with a sound word to play in our ear, that sings along with a chorus throng,
As she embraces a mass of the lower class, who are equal in many respects, and have hope in her scope
Of equality, as she, like many of we, has humble roots, which have grown and sown other seeds of worthy creeds,
As she is Christianly in morality, and her values are a sanctity, shared and cared for in our conceptual reality.

Copyright WordsPoeticallyWorth 15/9/11

Diminishing Savouring Wavering

2011-09-12T09:50:00.000-07:00

A strong wind whistling, and the leaves shudder and flutter at this call of fall, and at the feet of trees they rustle in the breeze, and sweep the ground like a brush, in a rush to settle, and perhaps nestle in a bush, a refuge from the deluge of air raining on the forest, but this cools the heat of the moment, as the sun is peaking, and the flowers are seeking this blanket of comforting warmth, as the bees and wasps are still suckling their perspiring, as the dew drops evaporate, leaving an aroma of pollen enigma, enticing them to come and play in their array, as they wisp like hay, in a sea of stems swaying, and their diminishing blooming is still flowingly rippling in this blowing, and as petals pass like streaming droplets spray to give new life to another day, I imagine the imagery of next years scenery, a fresh look of seeded passion from this beautiful erosion, a paradoxical derision, as nature seems to sleep as the cold sets in to lay claim on this mane of forest prowess.

Copyright WordsPoeticallyWorth 12/09/2011

A Star From A Block Neighbourhood Doing Good

2011-09-11T17:01:00.001-07:00

Jennifer Lopez is a Latino lovely with shapely curves that can shake your nerves, as in gyrating to the pulse of her heat, which can send a heart beat down to your feet, as you can tap to her rap, rock to her hip-hop, dance to her trance, and slowly move to her R&B groove.

Her videos are hot like the sun as she flaunts her sum of bodily motions with the devotions of a diva, but respectfully so, as to put on a show of glow with shine is a pine of wine and dine to masculine pride, as her femininity is supplementary to her singing popularity.

She wears provocative attire to inspire and devour our imagination to the retention of her permeable essence, which can soak us in our own wants and wills with our own girls to share in her thrills and spills of sultry sexiness.

Her appeal can steal your thoughts away to sway in her play, as she is awash on the shore of I female score, which are sweet in appetite, as her sounds carry to marry and mingle with our tingling taste buds, which cheer to the adhere of listening with an intent ear while singing along to the image and song of worldly belong.

She has modest and humble roots and is ’Jen from the block’, and can scorn the mock, as she can stand a fight of literary plight of media tripe to her hype of site, as she can fell with a swoop the scoop of a troop of ex’s with vexes.

Copyright WordsPoeticallyWorth 12/09/2011

Rain On We In Vestry Tranquillity

2011-09-09T02:21:00.000-07:00

I slumbered on the grass and wondered of the day, and pondered the clouds gray, white and silver, etched in salty Velcro, a show of worth, and a cargo of rain for earth, and as the droplets fell, I thought of the bluebell thirsty under the sun, lapping up the nutrients falling, a calling to life to drink, and be sustained, and as it rained down on me, I tasted to think, and thought to the brink, and drifted to the sea, and reminisced the waves creating foam, and the clouds that roam from this home, and the surpasses of gasses invisible to the naked eye, and the heat, cold and wind, all contributing to the wringing of the sponge like texture, for the venture of ripple and suckle, and flow and glow, as flowers show, and are appraised for their beauty, and seeds sow, raised for bounty, and babies grow, praised for intellect, and to dissect the former and latter, is a matter to ponder the wonder of life. And not forgetting the sucking stratosphere, and our core is heat, which seeps out to raise these clouds like sheep, and as they bleat in quiet formations, I hear no thunder, as the static foam roaming seems a grooming weight of stoic looming, as shapes take form, and from the corn, I take a bite and delight at this marvellous site,

Copyright WordsPoeticallyWorth 09/09/2011

A Bed Of Red To Flower I Head

2011-09-03T11:02:00.000-07:00

Nicola Roberts is a ‘Girls Aloud’ sensation of mentionable attributes, particularly her voice of choice, as in sweetly singing melodies that remedies I curiosities, as she has been quiet for a while, and now to compile an album of a sum of tunes is wonderful; and booms her drum with a sum to follow, as in tracks to flow under this glow of sow, as in the ‘Beat Of My Drum’ was a seed planted, which sprouted into ‘Lucky Day’, which now blossoms into a compilation blooming (Cinderella’s Eyes), and I like her funky style, a guile worthwhile to I colourful outlook, as I like her red tresses, and her short dresses, and her pale skin sinks within, as in penetrating my being of seeing and believing, as she is beautiful in all the right places, and her characteristics are a sight of might, as she is genial in approach, and seemingly above reproach in innocence, as she is a lady in manner, and a vision in summer, as in an icon to emulate in streetwise fashion, a passion with derision precision at the ‘norm’, as to be an individual with prowess to congress is a blessing in addressing the less affluent of society!

Copyright WordsPoeticallyWorth 03/09/2011

Two Little Piggles

2011-09-03T02:01:00.000-07:00

A piggle with a wiggle
Had a chuckle and a giggle
As his expression wasn’t rendered frail
As another pig tugged on his tail.

This piggle had a giggle
And chuckled at the wiggle
As he tugged on the tail
That he thought would render him frail.

This piggle slipped in a puddle of piddle
Which rendered him frail in a fit of wail
And the other piggle chuckled with a giggle
At the mingle of piggle and tumble now nimble.

　

Copyright WordsPoeticallyWorth 03/09/2011

I wrote this nursery rhyme with my Grandchildren in mind, and I must say I was ammused at the pigs being confused! Ha.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Seemingly Idyll Idol Can Rekindle To Mingle

2011-09-01T15:12:00.000-07:00

Cheryl Cole comes to mind as I while away the hours, and as crystal showers rain in I thoughts, I lap up visions of the stars, and a sparkle that shines through is this renew, that I aim to pursue as long as the blue is deep with the air above the waves tasting sweet, as a bite of the apple instrumented wisdom, and a prophesy to foretell is the swell of kiss and tell in a knell of sound, as in the airwaves griping, and the fanning swiping, as to cool a hot head to lay in the bed of what is said, is a turn around to a new sound of Will.I Am. to ground, as he flies through the air with a care to flare, and is gentlemanly in conduct, and an inspiration of peaceful prose to impose what we should presuppose, as a star can fall, but in a space to still hold grace, as we hear no sound, yet not to ground, as it still shines on in a mentionable worth, that has girth to rocket below, or up, and off the chart is a phrase of praise, as in sight to fore- mention without the retention of hostile direction, as time and space is a directive pace to face, and we all lace our intentions with fervent meanings, sometimes gleaming, sometimes weaning, sometimes steaming, as to be warming to blowing up is a hiccup to burp, which is distasteful in contact, so think before you sink your thoughts with ought’s of others, as to fast-track a rack of limbs to your whims can be a sin if the assailant is prim and proper to prosper in her own motion of bodily devotion to the delegation of media hype that takes a swipe with a slap at her back, as to lay in wait to her own sake of partake in this debate is a virtue of standing, and less demanding, as a break can be a breath of fresh air, and a rest can be a blessing in disguise, especially with prying eyes seemingly in every direction, and with the mention of sources so bleak and weak to tweet a phrase glossed and bagged in a haggle of verse to fit pages, is an ages saga of hysteria to muster into a flutter the mutter of tongues, so repose this wrong and think to your brink as to what is right and wrong with this throng of song of unpalatable worth, as to understand a pressing schedule, and history, wills reprimanding semester understanding to less demanding time, to recuperate and regenerate the batteries spent from intent to vent expression!

Copyright WordsPoeticallyWorth 01/09/2011

A Star Who Fights Back With A Rap

2011-04-30T13:49:00.000-07:00

Jay Z is a gentleman, and conducts himself sensibly and appropriately, and is a symphony of characteristics:
He disregarded womanising by romanticising Beyonce, which plucked her heart-strings with the blings of love,
As he is platinum when it comes to a companion, and is a wealth of gold for her to lovingly hold,
Which symbolises that he is glowing in blowing a tuneful rap, that is respectful, and not neglectful,
As she is a lady with a morality of standing, and has an understanding of environmental upbringing.

He has an empathetic care to stare back at the Ghetto, and is sick at the stick that comes with it,
That beats a drum of bleats so glum, as lambs are led to slaughter, a gospel truth of patient growth,
And he doesn’t like the brass in some hoods’ pockets, who tap into rap to pile their crap of emptying their sack,
As he is not derogatory to femininity, and his masculinity is an art apart to reap an apple cart of female pride
Who can ride his wisdom with their own, and sown together they can endeavour to weather the scorn of porn.

His demeanour oozes modesty, and his words are humble, and with a grumble he expresses the concrete jungle,
Which can be heard in his lyrics, and felt in his sorrow, as where is the hope for the poor when the political score
Is beg, steal or borrow to see you into tomorrow, as poverty is rife, and prosperity booms away from these tombs
That lock up many a resident in their home, and lots are tearful and alone, and some are fearful and prone
To carry a gun, as the dwelling of a wondering of a bruising while wayfaring in the heat of the street must be nerve-racking.

© WordsPoeticallyWorth 30/4/11

I wrote this from the perspective of believing what I was seeing and hearing, and body language endearing a character of understanding! Thank you Jay Z for being an inspiration to many, and providing hope to masses, and for not taking off your glasses to other classes! You are an inspiration worth emulating. Thank you. Love your LOVE, Andrew. Bye.

Appreciate Reiterate

2011-04-30T04:12:00.001-07:00

I wondered as lonely as a snow cloud
And flaked out all over earth’s beauty,
And covered what could be proud
Like that swallowing sea.

Drown in life’s sorrows,
A long hard breath until the end –
That Mother Nature swallows
As our procreating, breast aching friend.

Reach up hard and taste the apple of life,
A bitter-sweet reprisal for strife,
That reaps its sown manly crop
Of blood sucking breath.

Philosophising empathising sway,
Is suffering together at play.
Embrace and nurture friendship
To comfort our hardship.
　
The first line of the first stanza has words from Wordsworth’s poem ‘Daffodils‘.

The first stanza denotes my thoughts on scrutinizing nature.

The second stanza denotes that lots of animals from species (including many of ourselves) suffer immeasurably in various forms of hardship, and that Mother Nature swallows this seemingly without an action of remedy.

The third stanza denotes that true Christianly values are a measure to treasure with helping others, especially man-made victims.

The fourth stanza denotes that even if you don’t suffer directly, suffering is in existence in many others.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.　

© WordsPoeticallyWorth 30/4/11

To Bee Or Not To Bee

2011-04-29T13:50:00.000-07:00

Is mother nature appreciative to loves?

She reaps the wind to spread the seed
Without some thought of interactive need –
Striving life flourishes without her hugs.

Is mother nature careless in generosity?

All beauty is inclusive from deep within,
Not conforming to hers and societies sin –
Mindful eyes are devoid of this hypocrisy.

Is mother nature favourable to our greed?

Does she blossom our prairies of grain gripe
Out of season from third world sight plight;
Assisting the massacre of the humble weed!

Is Mother Nature conscious to the unconscious?

Are you blessed with her proud grazing caress,
Or are you under needless disrespectful duress?
Live and love life with her equality regardless.

You have to perspective take with this poem, and sense the positive tone! Use your intellect and read between the lines.

The first triplet of verse after the first question expresses that lots of life is devoid of love.

Mother Nature is beautiful, it is we that mostly tarnish the wonders of it all. We should respect all life when and where possible. I am always mindful not to hurt any creature if it is avoidable, and feel wonderfully good in helping with assistance to their immediate needs. Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

© WordsPoeticallyWorth 29/4/11

A Bright Star

2011-04-28T11:54:00.000-07:00

Lady Gaga has an extreme idiosyncrasy style, and is supreme in her eccentricity on screen,
As seen in her videos and shows, where she releases laudable erotica, to a mania hysteria
Of devout male followers in droves; and as she parades in her skimpy clothes,
We come out of our closets, in the sense of no pretence in our appetence.

She is aplomb in her posture and stature, and with nurture takes this to heights of sights,
Which is ripe for plucking by us watching, as she is innovative in how she is creative,
And once related, we are sated with her essence, especially with her ingenuity.
Her popularity is a testament to her transcendent prudence in supplication perseverance.

© WordsPoeticallyWorth 28/4/11

A Star Apart

2011-04-27T14:18:00.000-07:00

Cheryl Cole is in a state, so the papers relate, but to collate this is still a debate, as they can mistake
With forsake, as they like to partake in her ache regardless of an honest perspective take,
As we all don’t walk around with a constant smile, but they pile this up with their smut and muck
And influence many with a guile that scurries and hurries to flurries’ of blows that blackens the ink with a stink.

To buy into this misconception or deception is of choice, but if you have an understanding of a demanding lifestyle –
Brimming with trimmings, you might swimmingly save your fears, and willingly, and happily, cry your tears
If you have a kind heart, as to be apart from your loved ones is a sadness to bare, and you may compare
Philanthropy pensively, as she might, and appreciate, and correlate, your own circumstance from her stance.

© WordsPoeticallyWorth 27/4/11

A Star That Sets And Readily Rises

2011-04-27T06:40:00.001-07:00

Kylie Minogue is a hot-pant sensation, and oozes sex appeal in flirtation,
And when her curves bend and shake , this serves to send an ache
In yearning, as we pine to wine and dine similarities of this star so fine.

She is sublime when her angelic notes striking like lightening, with a power to devour
I and others into a hungry frenzy of lapping up she in ecstasy.

Down under there is a thunderous applause for her cause of rights,
Which ignites a passion of equality with reason, against inexorable sea-men,
Who port not taught of wilful thought in expression, and loose lips sink ships,
And drinking without thinking can fell a man with masculine kiss and tell glam.

She has been unlucky in love, and when the push comes to the shove,
She parts ways to lonelier days, but she has company in philanthropy,
And watches on to better times ahead in bed, and peaks in feats,
As her show in flow is a glow below with an eccentric ego sow,
As her femininity reaps masculinity, and her popularity is worthy.

© WordsPoeticallyWorth 15/9/11

A Star From The Hood Doing Good

2011-04-27T01:30:00.000-07:00

Eminem has humble roots with violent boots, and the shoots sprout with a shout,
And he did bout his banter with a course of cause, and with paws he scratched with pride
To tan some hide with mouth out wide, and with a grin he did win, and like a pin he burst some bubbles
Riddled with troubles, and rose his name to fame, and he did gain the popularity with his back street vanity,
And from this insanity of rumbles in jungles, he thought like a lion, and won his pride and rode this ride.

Up and down with chart success, going with the flow of what he did know, and not just before with a score of take note, but a here there after with cheers and laughter, as a satirical parody of musical show is his blow, and not below the belt, as these are felt on the chin by those he chose to pick a fight of his gripe of what’s in his sight, and with a snigger he pulls the trigger of arms going forth, and in this flurry they do scurry to take cover, but he is a writer fighter, and a lover of each other, and was a ‘brother’ in the hood, writing a rap score of being poor and what he saw,
With seemingly little help from those in authority, so he hits back with a track or two, and rips with a rap about this crap.

© WordsPoeticallyWorth 27/04/2011

Catch A Star

2011-04-26T17:00:00.001-07:00

Nicole Scherzinger 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 has a figure bulging with refinement taste, as her fashion is 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 with a brush,
And blush with a hush, as she is coy, in the sense of pretence, of a shush of our lust.

© WordsPoeticallyWorth 27/4/11

Feel Love And Heal

2011-04-26T13:43:00.000-07:00

Come, let me hold your innocent hand;
Grasp it tightly to feel I’ll never let go.
I’ll lead you through your hostile land,
Of heart wrenching, tearful, sad sorrow.

Draw near to me and weather the storm
As I offer my shoulder to share the rain:
I’ll kiss your eyes to restore your ‘norm’,
Taken by trials of peer pressured pain.

Don’t be alone with the odyssey of night,
Stealthily face it and write it with rhyme:
Let creativity loose to endure this fight
Of howling wolves to the moons of time.

Wake in my happiness and reciprocate.
Raise your beautiful smile to my pleasure.
Be fruitful and productive in your intake
And philosophise in constructive leisure.

I wrote this some time ago.

The second line of the first stanza expresses that by holding my hand so tightly, I cannot let go, thus her reassurance of my presence is in her own hands.

The third line in the fourth stanza denotes taking in the positives of life, and trying to disregard the negatives.

© WordsPoeticallyWorth 26/4/11

To Eva Cassidy With Love And Regret

2011-04-24T14:48:00.000-07:00

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’d 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 it’s 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.

I wrote this some time ago after reading Eva Cassidy's biography, which brought many a tear in I sorry eyes!

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

© WordsPoeticallyWorth 24/4/11’

Build On Your Foundation

2011-04-24T14:14:00.000-07:00

When grief’s fist hits you square on the jaw,
And knocks your senses out of love’s door,
Don’t despairingly rage and long from afar,
Prize it back open a little and leave hope ajar.

A torrential female sea, that calms with care:
Nurture it with honesty, respect, but beware,
Sharks live superficially and are hollow inside
From deprivation of a true gentleman’s pride.

Flowers grow from seed, blossom and bloom.
Pluck nature’s essence, and tide with the moon:
Be one with these elements awash on the shore,
In and out of consciousness from the female core.

Love love, a reiterating cliché, wisdom to impart,
A remedy for life’s sadness and a broken heart.
Don’t give up ‘down‘, even an odyssey can find
Cupid’s sign posts reciprocating your love ‘in kind’.

This poem denotes trying for a new beginning from a recent ending. We should never give up on hope when it concerns a willing ‘love’. I wrote this some time ago.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

© WordsPoeticallyWorth 24/4/11

A Star Burning Bright

2011-04-24T08:40:00.000-07:00

Madonna is very in-touch with her sexuality, and is a sight to see if you are seeking femininity,
As she turns on the heat if you are cold, and burns your groin or loin in sensations to hold,
And as you tingle with lustful want and will, keep what is taught with considerate ought,
As if you are single, mingle this lust with another’s must, and thrust yourself into sexual health.

She is sexy and sultry, and enhances her dances with provocative teasing, leaving us feeling
Like reeling in a catch, as there are other fish in the sea like she, so heed with greed this need,
As to flow is to grow, and to know is to sow, and to show is to glow, so feed this seed
With nutritional sense, and blossom and bloom into a room and water a flower with petals to devour.

She is so very beautiful, inside and out, and I disregard the diva stigma, as what’s wrong with being busily bossily,
As to take control and have a hold as what is to unfold; and her scold is bold to get her entourage told
If they are not up to her standard of perfection in every direction, and we reap this fraternity quality
In what we see, hear and experience - a séance of sound conjured from the crowd applauding loud.

© WordsPoeticallyWorth 24/4/11

A cheeky poem about the pop singer 'Madonna'.

A Shining Star

2011-04-24T00:38:00.000-07:00

Golden locks draw you in to a focal point smile, that spreads wide with a pride
Of conversing charitable needs; and rightly and justly so, with insight to know
That to teach wisdom of a morality of standing is noble and honourable,
And to have an understanding attitude brings gratitude from masses of classes.

Small in height, but large in stature, with hips that shake and sway in a way
To capture your attention, with the intention of marketing her singing,
But with a mind to share, with a care for others as sisters and brothers,
As to be Christianly is godly, and to offer a hand in her homeland is grand.

A figure to hug with love, and a must is to lust as she is sultrily sexy,
But her charms are alms in visionary sight, as she aids the plight
Of Columbian gripe, and a wolf whistle is a call to heed her need
To feed those less fortunate without the need of a greed of sowing seed.

© WordsPoeticallyWorth 24/4/11

This poem is about Shakira, the pop singer, who is very charitable in her homeland.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Shine Brightly

2011-04-23T14:33:00.000-07:00

Some stars are a willing pursuit to follow, and many are wise in their exchanges,
Which can be noticeable if you have a keen eye to read between a line or two,
And their influence can be a recompense devoid of pretence on their stages,
Where a podium can share the limelight under a spotlight of issues to pursue.

To be righteously political in expression, as in to sing a song of worldly belong,
Can reap throngs of applause, and can cause a pause in thought of what is sought,
As in an ought of many mentions to think of others with helpful intentions, to rite the wrong
Of selfish expense, in the sense of leaving futuristic grieving to a class not taught.

Most of us in the west enjoy the fruits of many spoils, with variants and differences,
And receive helping hands to many problems that need solving and resolving,
But greed and grandeur can often capitalise to the detriment of our preferences,
And push many of us into depressive states of helplessness with loathing.

© WordsPoeticallyWorth 23/4/11

This poem reflects the poverty on our western doorsteps, as well as in the ‘third world countries’, and how some ‘stars’ are charitable, such as Shakira, who funds many schools in Columbia, and who expresses this within the media circles.

I Am A Utopian

2011-04-23T11:48:00.000-07:00

Life can be a struggle at the best of times, with doom and gloom written in many expressions,
And some of these people drag their feet as they move through their ‘sorry’ existence,
And they can stare into space with a measured pace of thoughtful suppressions,
As affluent, hierarchy technocrats ply their trade of capitalistic sense.

We share a ‘little’, and starve a ‘lot’, as many in our world go hungry,
And poverty strives on and on, and so very often without a second thought,
But when you have experienced ‘suffering’, this can influence some prosperity
Of intellectual giving, as sometimes ‘awareness’ is a source of sharing a mindful ought.

A lot of the rich stay ‘rich’, and a lot of the poor stay ‘poor’, which is widely evidenced,
But is this factor commonly addressed by western politicians – a little from a lot,
And while this situation and circumstance persists, our voices are silenced,
As the lower classes are recompensed with a ‘little’ from a ‘large’ pot.

With so much ‘giving‘, and so much ‘taking‘, comes forsaking aching,
As to handout a ‘lot’ from a ‘little’, and to receive a poor lifestyle quality
In return, is a discerning discontent, which can turn into resentment, relating
To those above us lapping up a life of luxury, while those lesser watch on enviously.

© WordsPoeticallyWorth 23/4/11

This poem speaks for itself, and as a ‘Utopian’, I believe in trying to influence ‘heaven on earth’. We have the man/woman power, resources and technology, etc. to create ‘Utopia’, but there is seemingly little mention of this in our day to day lives.

Here is one of my utopian philosophies: Porsches and Ferraris, etc., are but mettle, plastic, rubber, glass and leather, so why can’t everyone have one!

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Being Open

2011-04-20T01:40:00.000-07:00

Sometimes in a relationship you clash with mind-set differences,

And can accommodate the other with a love to put aside your preferences,

But this can eat you up inside as you swallow your pride to hide your true-self,

And you can be thoughtless in your mindfulness of carefulness in quiet stealth:

But take notice of demographic divorces, and their mortality rated health.

WordsPoeticallyWorth 20/04/11

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Enduring I Entertaining

2011-04-19T08:12:00.001-07:00

Dancing is fun, so shake your hips and move your bum,

And sing along to I song with great cheer in a sum,

And raise your spirits, which in turn will create an ambiance

To celebrate about, and an essence of hope, as in what is to come,

So bury your sorrows with brighter tomorrows in a merry trance.

I will lead the way to wilful play, and will strike a chord for these hordes

Of ecstatic, partying broads, and what will follow is a gulping swallow

Of pride to inflate influence inside, to release in colloquial, confident words,

And then with a learned quality of wisdom, as many are quite shallow

From the peer-pressure of worldly-sense – and victims of this presence.

Attitudes can change with the right guidance, and with a love to care,

But I must stress that I like to share, without the glare of hostile flare,

As an attraction to keep I causes some to weep in a loving frustration,

But you have to be enduring, as I have done, without ignoring supplication,

As we can help each other as a lover of love, and work together to aid the population.

WordsPoeticallyWorth 19/04/11

This poem expresses I honourable intentions with the ladies, as I have integrity and sincerity, but categorically state from the off-set that I am not seeking a permanent partner, but companionship in ‘seeing’, and ‘friendship, and that I want to share love with ladies, but not ‘fall’ in love, and that loving love is an emotion to nurture.

I have been seeing a few ladies, who know of the others, and chose to carry on, but who then got ‘stressed’ at this factor: perhaps this mind-set might change in the future, but for now it is appropriate, as I have so many goals to achieve, that I need I space to be creative and productive.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Let’s Share Our Loneliness

2011-04-19T03:51:00.001-07:00

The wrath of an irate admirer, who was duly informed

Of my honourable intentions; yet she is still scorned,

And as I am an open book, she mistook I perseverance,

As I swim with shoals, and keep to I goals of deliverance.

I entertain on a numerous scale, and reel in a slippery catch,

And coast as a great host, as hospitality is reciprocal to match,

As what comes around can go around, and what flies can land,

So soar with fins and soak yourself in I sea, sun and sand.

Bask in amazement as I greet with I heat of a warm welcome,

And understand my hand of friendship, which will reap a sum

Of returning I fun, as I am a son with a mum, and perspective take

On single mothers without lovers, and am inclusive to this ache.

WordsPoeticallyWorth 19/04/11

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Change For The Better

2011-04-18T07:16:00.001-07:00

Incapacitated, but striving on, as then is gone,

And now to renew what is to ensue,

As I will stick like glue to laughter and fun,

With feminine company to ‘take my queue’.

A comedian with charm and whit to entertain,

Which is a remedy to raise broken smiles,

As doom and gloom can seal a womb in pain,

Of neglectful hurt from previous trials.

Life can get you down enduring its loneliness,

And I offer sound company to dance this away,

So feel this with sincerity and genialness

As I am gentlemanly in partying play.

WordsPoeticallyWorth 18/04/11

I Am Me

2011-04-18T02:00:00.000-07:00

Wondering of a release from wandering with a pace,

And what expectations I might face,

But an understanding of this demanding conceptual reality,

Is soon to be, as I am soon to be free.

And what burdens I with chains to beware with a stare from others –

Is behavioural misconceptions, from experienced lovers,

As to have loved another is to know feelings of care,

And to be neglectful with this warrants a glare.

But I will restrain from this ill-gain, and will refrain,

As I am tame and like honour in I name,

As I am gentlemanly, and exchange pleasantries,

Regardless of patronising negativities.

WordsPoeticallyWorth 18/0411

This poem expresses my condition of having bipolar, and being released soon from hospital.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Price Of Freedom

2011-04-13T03:41:00.000-07:00

I swallow my pride, and walk the talk of those who stalk my presence,

And be as they have I to be, yet beneath the surface every pace has a place,

As I have intellect to converse the right dialect, and expression of sense,

Which is read with every word said, with bodily trace upon thy face.

Slumped in a stupor of slumber, my chin rests on I chest, as I caress

My mind into a thoughtful dwelling, of ought full swelling, as in

Telling others of a heart full of love, to share with a care to bless

The rest with digest to manifest into action, as to lose is to win.

Love can be a remedy, and a cure not to ignore, so I implore to open this door,

As we are all family, and as such are equal in many senses in my wide eyes,

But sadly IQs differ, with other variants at hand, so grow with this seed in your core,

And blossom and bloom with sharing, caring, hugging and loving – and be wise.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sorry For Sins

2010-11-30T16:58:00.000-08:00

Samson reluctantly shuffled to the local bus stop in trepidation of the protocol he had recently endured. As his wayfaring thoughts wondered to a safer place, he stumbled, which abruptly regained his realism, and as he faced the impending, growing tarmac path, he instinctively threw forward his hands in defence, and shrieked in pain as they scraped hard against this aggressive texture.

He felt the blood on his palms before he inspected these sources of suffering, subconsciously aware of his ambivalent, temporary respite from its rooted cause! He inflated to scream in defiance at the world, only then to instantly deflate with an understanding, comparative weakness. He sighed loudly, and did not care who might hear this cry of desperation, as he wanted protection, but found none of it in the humorous countenances passing by that mocked him. He regained what little composure he had, and carefully recommenced his fateful journey!

As he neared the crowded bus stop, he consciously felt his body movement stiffen, and every move he made felt robotic – and very oiled with perspiration profuseness! His mind was racing as he uncomfortably wondered to the edge of this abyss, that he knew would suck him right in to its scary depth! He looked away in some vain hope he would not be seen, and found a little comfort from the heavenly garden scenery before him.

He flushed in humble recognition of his name being whispered from behind him, and froze, willing the ground to swallow him up right there and then, with an emphatic empathy to the suffering in life worthy of excellence!

At first there were just a few cruel jibes by a few, then it amassed to the many; he felt tears well up in his eyes for the injustice of it all, and then, uncharacteristically, he was struck in the face with a cowardly blow from behind with such a force that he keeled over with grateful imprisoning hands hiding his shameful face!

The bus came moments later, and all but himself boarded. He stood up as it left, and wondered in trial as why none of the adults waiting at the stop had come to his aid, and judged them accordingly to be guilty too.

He skipped school for days after that and became a recluse, not trusting no one but his loving Father, who since his mother’s untimely passing had devoted himself wholeheartedly to his one and only Son. But regardless of this trust, he could not bring himself to depart from all his woes, and kept them selflessly wrapped up within himself!

During an evening in, cornered in his bedroom, he was surprised to see his door pushed open by his circumstantial friend, who duly informed him that they were now one and the same, alienated, and tarnished with the same brush of indignation to religious respectability, and that he was now the victim in Samson’s absence at the aggrieved, civil bus stop! He told Samson that they pulled on his long hair, which fed their supposed dominant superiority. They reflectively cried tears, and found no shame in their consoling manly hugs.

That night before going to sleep, Samson remembered a parable his Father had advised him to heed, and fell softly to sleep with this understanding embrace of wisdom.

The next morning, wearing his Christian armour and carrying the sword of peace, Samson marched to the bus stop with his Father’s knowledgeable strength. He quickly passed his friend, whose tresses were waving in the strength of the wind, and threw himself to these lion peers with a loving and forgiving heart!

© WordsPoeticallyWorth 01/12/10

This is a story with a Biblical theme, with connotations about the suffering of Jesus, which might be hard of understanding with no prior knowledge of Christianity.

Out Rambling With Clare

2010-11-28T15:21:00.000-08:00

Hey U

2010-11-28T10:30:00.000-08:00

Know the author’s mind,
Before you judgingly find,
Ambivalent sign.

Nature has to breed
Where there’s a will and a need
It all grows from seed.

But seed gives new life
From hellish celibate strife
From an experience rife.

Power pearls’ river
Is for both to shiver –
Devotion hither.

Sexually love –
A reiterating shove
From all the above.

© WordsPoeticallyWorth 28/11/10

Here are five haikus that follow on from each other.

The title has been chosen as ‘hey’ rhymes with ‘hay’; and the ‘U’ has been chosen as it symbolises to me a big smile with Japanese eyes above (in Times Roman font), and because ‘hey U’ rhymes with ‘haiku’.

The first haiku has spiritual relevance, as the word ‘Ambivalent’ within it is also a connotation expressing Christianity, as the word ’Am’ within this word denotes ‘I Am’, which is how God in the Old Testament is referred to; and at the end of this word is ‘lent’, which is an ambivalent time of celebration for God’s Son, Jesus, in the New Testament of the Bible. The hint of a season is in ’know the author’s mind’, as our author is God, and his mind was in Jesus, who was born on December 25th, which symbolises winter.

The second haiku speaks for itself in its entirety, and symbolises spring

The third haiku also has ‘seed’ within it, but this seed is species’ seed, as in seamen. The word ‘hellish’ denotes summer.

The fourth haiku has the word ‘pearl’ within it, which is a metaphore. You will notice the ambivalent sign within the second line, which has six syllables, which is the hint of a season, as in autumn, the season where lots of nature disappears.

The fifth haiku has the word ‘reiterating’ within it, which denotes that the seasons come back around again and again.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

My Best Friend

2010-11-28T09:21:00.000-08:00

As you joyfully explore the time of day, you are inadvertently imparting wisdom,
Which can be read in your happiness, and absorbed in your playful memories.
I reap what I sow in you, and am nourished by supplements of growing love,
That you display in your devotion, bodily motion, and expressive emotion.

You strive forward in leaps and bounds, often surpassing my expectations
By climbing heights I thought were above you, that you now look down upon.
Take the lead and I will follow – tailing your trailing to alleviate possible failing,
And I will beg, steal or borrow, to see you safely into tomorrow devoid of sorrow.

I marvel at your intellect, and research and analyse your common sense and logic,
Which are reasoned with innocence, as you are guilty of a lack of understanding.
Life isn’t always a ‘walk in the park’ as ‘swings and roundabouts’ often occur,
So when you ‘bark up the wrong tree’, toy around with different concepts.

Sometimes cat and mouse games don’t suffice, and it is better to play ball,
So heed with greed the need to feed others with a consumable consciousness
That is palatable to tastes in humane decency, and perspicacious respectability.
I will open up some doors, but take a step backwards before you move forwards.

© WordsPoeticallyWorth 28/11/10

This is about my pet dog named Jack, who was my best friend in the world at a time when I was suffering human loneliness: sadly he was stolen at a later date, which broke my heart. I often think of him, and wonder if he is being looked after properly!

The forth stanza, in part, expresses that I hope by loving my friend in such a way, that I imparted wisdom to others who saw this to do likewise.

I wrote this as fond memories of our friendship, so it is written from the perspective of when we were together!

A Flood Of Tearful Admiration

2010-11-25T13:59:00.000-08:00

Cheryl is aptly considered the sweetheart of the nation,
And as a resident I agree with this media consensus.
She is a princess more than a royal, as in supplication,
And raises many shared smiles that are unpretentious.

She has a delicacy of trustworthy beauty to savour,
And once tasted I was left with a palatable yearning
To converse her sincerity to all who might favour
Intellectual guidance with a morality worth learning.

She has humble roots which have sprouted to fame,
Which have blossomed and bloomed in modesty
To others of a similar background, who might gain
Imparted wisdom with gentle words of generosity.

Cheryl is an idol to many, and a goddess of fashion,
And struts her curves to my chivalrous applause.
She is an icon worth emulating with seeded passion
To sow, grow and flow with a benevolent cause.

© WordsPoeticallyWorth 25/11/10

This poem is about Cheryl Cole, who is an X-Factor judge and member of the girl-group ‘Girls Aloud’ (as well as a solo artist).