I Care For Clare

I love my Ex-Partner more than words can tell,

She rescued me from suffering a personal hell,

I was unwell and prone to have insane delusions –

Paranoia bouts of uncertainty with scary illusions;

And during these mental, frightening confusions

She was a remedying sight of delightful delight

Alleviating some of my psychotic, sad plight

From a maddening, haunting and chilling fright.

 

She aptly nurtured with pleasure the endeavour

Of us being together, despite my stormy weather,

As lots of rain did fall from both our crying eyes

And lots of my thunder so cried out in sad cries,

But at the time she so did not say her goodbyes –

A wise surprise as she had open her brown eyes.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 15/04/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

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A Remedy For My Insanity

I was poor in health but not in spirit,

I was humorous and funny with wit,

But I’d be sadly mentally unstable

Bringing uncertainty to your table,

But mostly I was duly predictable

As you could tell when I was sick,

And you tried to lessen suffering

With your gentle and sweet loving.

 

I loved your hair bouncing with flare,

And pleasantly I liked to just so stare

At your pretty, beautiful sweet-self

Looking fit and in fine good health.

We were so modestly good together

With both being so a giver and lover.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 20/09/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

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A Debate I Might Hate

You are going so slow,

I am patiently waiting,

Are you duly debating

With what I’ve to sow.

You were appeasing

How you did so glow,

Appreciating my flow

Of apt poetic rhyming.

 

I was mentally unwell,

While I was with you,

But now I’m not insane.

 

We were suffering a spell

Of feeling mentally blue

But had loving to so gain.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 26/09/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

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Far From A Star

Do not be apprehensive with what is nigh,

Do not 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 will humour you with my wit, and with grit

I will fight to make you happy without any shit,

Come hither and weather our storm of a 'norm'

And we can be together without personal scorn.

 

Life can be sadly sorrowful, but be mindful

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

Try and also be cheerful with much happiness

And I will reciprocate with much less stress.

 

We were a nice couple, experiencing our time,

I used to appreciate you writing to me in rhyme,

A colourful rainbow is a Biblical, God given sign

To make us ultimately pine for what is a climb.

 

To reach for the stars, a nice 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

 

An edited piece expressing Clare.

 

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Wisdom To Come

The 25^th is our Lord’s birthday,

His humble infant bed was hay,

Three wise men headed his way

With presents for the Baby Son

Believing in His Father’s wisdom.

New Testament times then begun

Are scribed to be read by everyone

Open to the belief not to be a thief.

 

Jesus can heal if you are suffering,

You can so talk to Him by praying,

Listen to what He might be saying

With the parables you are reading.

Christmas is a celebrational time

For accepting the bread and wine.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 18/12/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

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Wisdom To Aptly Come

Love our Lord with all your heart,

He will help you in needful times,

And help yourself to an apple cart

Of wisdom to read the new times

Of belief that to so instigate peace

Will aid you when laying a wreath,

As an untimely, unfortunate passing

Will have grieving for unbelieving.

 

Many wish to go to heavenly Heaven,

But some have lived life a sad Heathen

Not believing in our Lord Jesus the Son,

Who was wise by opening up blind eyes.

Can you so see your life in nice harmony

With religious faith in the Holy Trinity.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 02/12/2018

 

An edited piece.

 

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How I Suffered

I am tormented with some pressure,

I am indecisive of mad aggression,

My alter torments I with a measure

Of annoying sad mental suppression.

 

Punch first (a KO blow),

Ask many questions later,

Kick them down below

With a force so greater.

 

This weather's my mind

To feeling stressed out,

Then I am liable to find

That my alter does bout.

 

Indecisive affray of my faculties

Render's I to be madly subjected,

And regrettably my sanity so dies

As I feel rejected and also dejected.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 14/03/2017

 

An edited piece. Please note I am well at the moment.

 

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Fill Your Appetite

I have been through an ordeal,

Consequences that weren't real,

My mind did suspiciously steal

Away my psychotic rationality,

And I was a fretting liability

To myself with this ill-health

Of self-harming under scrutiny

Of supposedly those with wealth.

 

But I was delusional and paranoid,

And felt so alone like in a sad void,

With no forthcoming help with aid

To my suffering this that is so bade.

But I am still here to raise apt cheer

From my history of so being in fear.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 05/11/2018

 

An edited piece.

 

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Disarray At Play

 I have often been locked away,

With my faculties so in disarray,

Left to rot – forgot by the staff

Who insensitively used to laugh

At their own amusement humour

While we used to insanely suffer,

This type of intolerance behaviour

Is an unpalatable unhappy flavour.

 

I would eventually get better,

But still as so mad as a hatter,

But I would eat and get fatter

From a fast of bread and butter.

Are you kind enough to care

That life at times is not fair.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 05/11/2018

 

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Delusional Fear To Adhere To

 Delusional fear I adhere to, and in a thumping rage, my flat like a cage, I curse and swear, aware that I am talking to myself, but in stealth, on my own, with urgencies of communicating, disregarding my health, as insanity takes a hold, I am so bold to have the alter told, arguing and denying the trying of patronising, and as we whisper, talk, argue and shout – we bout in words and aggressive behaviour of paranoia, as in who's watching, listening, talking on the TV and radio, my voice wants to know, and in cryptic mode, it does decipher a mood to choose, but struggle in principle, as in whose morals rule the mood of the passing and lasting of the day and night, sometimes in fright, from the flight of one's blows, to one's face, a pace of gravity mentality, as I become harassed by many characters, with different behaviours, sometimes fateful, other times grateful, as a sight to see, in these words of testimony.

© Andrew Stevenson 22/03/2017

 

An edited piece. Please note I am well at this present time.

 

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At Times

I like a nice, quiet drink

Where I rationally think

About my mad mentality,

Sometimes a sad gravity

Of insane insensibility.

Yet, I do love socialising

Without any patronising

Negativities so opposing.

 

I’ve my paranoia moments,

Suspicions with movements

Of the populace around me –

Paradoxically being so free

But I still feel so locked up

As I swallow, sip and sup.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

 

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Love God's Eternal Love

Love our Lord with your heart,

His sound is like that of a harp –

Tranquil with the right melody

Leading you from the insanity

Of not being in nice company,

He can aid and help the lonely

By reading that he was friendly

Duly within the New Testament.

 

Jesus is a source of appeasement

Especially with our bereavement,

He preached about heaven above

And of God’s eternal loving love.

So believe and grieve his passing

From a hostile Roman’s stabbing.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 04/11/2018

 

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Jesus

I have just and Godly intentions

As Jesus was full of aspirations

And integrity, and you will see

Sincerity in His truth popularity.

 

I fell in love with Jesus at a sad time

Of hardship, he was a welcoming sign

Of my times to come, with a passion

Of so believing parables of precision.

 

As to understand we are all equal

Is an academic, Biblical prequel –

Moses shared, cared with equality

And offered a Godly commentary.

 

Be friendly with your Neighbour

Is a philosophy to aptly so favour,

And to duly love your loving Wife

Is wisdom to so see you from strife.

 

Jesus was foretold by the bold and wise

And he was favoured with opening eyes

To all that would choose to see and hear

Sentiments and words sincere and dear.

 

In the New Testament Jesus had sincerity

Which was complimentary to his popularity,

He cared for others as Sisters and Brothers

And had compassion on unbelieving others.

 

His beliefs were to set you free from disbeliefs

Of many grief's, as sorrows were at some peaks,

As they were governed by Tyrants and Villains

Posing as respectable and honourable Romans.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 03/04/2017

 

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I Love Jesus

Jesus was/is an ecclesiastical Preacher

And an incredible and humble Teacher,

He taught followers to love one another

Especially your Brethren and Mother.

 

He said parables to sow and grow,

And was aptly benevolent to show

That he was respectful to us all –

Regardless of some standing tall.

 

His Disciples did duly follow him,

Teaching others not to commit sin

And spreading the Gospel Word

To wherever it might be so heard.

 

He fed followers with apt wisdom

And philosophies about God’s Son,

That new times had wisely begun

With guidance like our sunny sun.

 

He walked the desert, being tested,

With the devil wanting him arrested

For crimes against his sad humanity –

A grave testament of evil travesty.

 

Jesus prevailed, and loved God so,

And had the knowledge to so know

That His blessings are a sight to see

Of peaceful relations of tranquillity.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 03/04/2017

 

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I Fell In Love With Our Saviour

I fell in love with our Saviour

And adhered to His behaviour

Of preaching His wise teaching

To the humble poor reaching.

Our sweet Lord is a blessing

And can alleviate us stressing,

Believe in His Godly preaching

And live your life free of sinning.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 21/12/2018

 

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Him To Begin

I fell in love with our Jesus

Through a time of hardship,

He can wisely see through us

And advocated true courtship.

 

He was only highly irascible

When He was in the temple,

They were robbing the poor

Of a sad considerable score.

 

Jesus healed the blind

And suffered in-kind

As His eyes were open

To sheep needing a pen.

 

He herded the vulnerable

And was keen and able

To preach a wise parable

To the poor and unstable.

 

Those that listened

Were heightened

And were imagined

Not to be frightened.

 

Jesus was/is the Truth and Light

And He firmly stayed from flight

As the Romans with their might

Picked on Him a hostile fight.

 

Jesus died for your sins,

Sing His glorious hymns

To remember Him aglow

With what He did so sow.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 25/06/2017

 

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A Fan Who Can Write

I’m a fan of Cheryl,

I’d like her to pull,

We’d be fruitful

Not neglectful,

She is a peach

That I preach

To be beautiful

And also amiable.

 

Were she to be mine

I’d treat her so fine,

She I think sublime

Of which I’ll rhyme.

We are both so kind

I hope you duly find.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 20/01/2019

 

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Will She See Me

Will Jackie come on a date with me,

I will impatiently have to wait and see,

I will so ask her out when my finances

Are in order from present grievances,

She is so slim and so aptly very pretty

And I would charm her by being witty:

I used to hang around with her Brother

When I was a teenager much younger.

 

I still see Diane at my Brother-In-Laws,

We are both understanding and not sore,

I did love her but I am now moving on

With Jackie I hope to so have some fun.

I hope if she sees me she’ll like poetry

As this is my respectful inner ability.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 20/01/2019

 

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Wayfaring With Sadie

I have just took Sadie out for a stroll,

I let her off the lead and she dug a hole,

She picked up a stick and gave it a chew

Then quickly chased a passing squirrel,

I took her to my local picturesque park

Where the weather was cold and dark,

Sadie had on her coat to keep her warm

Which looks nice on her with a charm.

 

I took her past the river on way back,

We both enjoyed the scenery on offer,

Sadie is now resting in her comfy sack

Duly dozing after a long walk bless her.

I take her out four or five times a day

And while at home she often has a play.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 20/01/2019

 

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He Say Reggae

My Mate came here yesterday,

He enjoyed his afternoon stay,

On YouTube he played reggae

As they are the genre to so play

He so says in his particular way,

He introduced me to lots of bands

That play reggae in other lands

That have plenty of audience fans.

 

I fed Inksy and let him do a wash,

He wears suit attire so very posh,

We shared a tipple of my whisky

Both duly ending up quite merry.

He left to go back to his Ex, Maria

With loving sentiments so sincere.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 20/01/2019

 

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I Will Wait For A Date

I am not asking Jackie out

Until late the next month,

My finances are quite tight

So I can’t get up to much,

I have got many bills to pay –

I will be sorting Wednesday,

And I’m paying for a holiday

For me and my Family to stay.

 

But I shall look forward to a date,

That is if she is up for seeing me,

I am pensive with having to wait

But can’t afford one yet you see.

My fridge-freezer is stocked up

With my cupboards so full up.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/01/2019

 

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Lapse Of Order

I saw my Mum,

She was so glum

With both her Son

And nice Daughter

My loving Brother

And doting Sister,

Who so accuse her

Of getting madder.

 

Mum has scatty-mind,

But she remains kind,

She’s always missing

Stuff that she’s losing.

We all have a front key

In-case of an emergency.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/01/2019

 

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UB40 Reggae

I am listening to UB40,

Who play, sing reggae,

Ali and Robin Campbell –

Brothers who’re swell –

Are both the lead singers,

They’ve a few drummers

Playing bass with brass –

UB40 are another class.

 

Tyler is guilty they sing,

And they enjoy red wine,

Not dressing up in bling

They are suitably sublime.

Cherry is their sweet-Baby –

I’d like Cheryl as my Honey.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 18/01/2019

 

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A Thrill At Rhyl

I am paying for my Families holiday,

We’re going to Rhyl for a week’s stay,

We are going to reside in a caravan

Which has central heating to put on,

I’ve stayed in one before and had fun

With my Daughter and Grandchildren,

Her Mother and my Mother are coming

So it’ll all be a blessing free of stressing.

 

My Mate and his Family are staying too,

We will all be so happy and not so blue,

They have lots to do on the large site

Especially to stop Kids having a gripe.

We are booking our holiday in Summer

Where the weather will be much finer.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 18/01/2019

 

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