Happy New Year

It is New Year’s Eve,

Time to sadly grieve

For another year gone,

But a new one is begun

So raise your cheer

As a new year is here,

Party and have fun

In company of a sum. 

I have a new resolution

Of finishing my novel,

It has been a frustration

As I often get insanely ill.

I wish you all all the best

And hope your year is blessed. 

© Andrew Stevenson 31/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Cheer New Year

New Year is nearly here,

I’ll raise my beer and cheer

With my near and dear:

We’ll get jolly and merry

Enjoying good company.

My family are care-free

And will dance away happily

Being hearty with a party. 

I hope 2018 is a good one,

With much laughter and fun,

And hope it proves fruitful

With a loving Lady to pull.

2017 was a good year for me

As I wasn’t acting mentally. 

© Andrew Stevenson 31/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A New Year Might Bring Cheer

I hope 2018 proves lucky

For finding a loving Lady,

I have been single and free

For seemingly an eternity:

I would like some company

To stop me feeling lonely;

She’ll be attractively pretty –

A beautiful sugar and honey. 

I have etiquette and chivalry

To open her eyes to see me

Being and acting gentlemanly

So as to enhance her serenity.

I hope she’ll have a respectability

Of openly acting Christianly. 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/12/2017

 

A sonnet with just one rhyme.

 

Thank  you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Jack Frost Comes At A Cost

It’s been snowing

And also raining,

Making it slushy

And very slippery

While I was walking.

A cold wind blowing

That was freezing –

I was shivering. 

My pet dog Sadie

Seemed quite happy,

She had good grip

And didn’t slip.

I didn’t enjoy my roam

And am glad I’m at home. 

© Andrew Stevenson 29/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sadly Missing Ron

My children’s granddad has passed away,

From smoking he did rot and decay,

He went into hospital and died the next day,

Their distraught grandmother does pray

That he is now in heaven with our Saviour –

Which all of the immediate family favour

As Ron, was peaceful in his behaviour,

And lived a life of being a grafter. 

A simple man who lived a simple life,

Placid and hardly causing any strife

To his loving and doting wife –

Who will now be soberly lonely.

He was loved by all of the family

And we will all remember him fondly. 

© Andrew Stevenson 28/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Sadly, Ron, passed away last week. He was in his early eighties. He was the stepdad of my ex, Fiona.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Soberly Being Merry

I’ve been getting merry,

Drinking coke and whisky,

My favourite tipple is brandy

But regrettably it’s costly.

I like the occasional beer

To raise a toast and cheer

That a New Year is nearly here –

With every day getting near. 

I like the occasional drink,

But I don’t like getting drunk,

I like to still rationally think

And to have my wits about me.

I socialise with my family

Who also act soberly merry. 

© Andrew Stevenson 27/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

All Merrily Happy

I enjoyed my Xmas roast,

My sister Kim, can boast

Of being a generous host.

Eleven through the door

And all were catered for

With gifts and treats galore.

We all complimented her

For her cooking endeavour. 

My son, who lives in London,

Was there with his doting mum,

We had a happy time with fun

Sharing some good company.

We were drinking beer and wine

And everybody had a good time. 

© Andrew Stevenson 26/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Love His Love

Hip, hip hooray,

It is Christmas day,

I wish all a merry time

Expressed in my rhyme.

If your life is fruitful

Then be truly thankful;

Enjoy your Xmas roast

With a toast to the host. 

I hope you enjoy this morn

That our Lord Jesus was born,

He grew up preaching Wisdom

That He was God’s only Son.

We can flourish believing

With our Lord’s loving. 

© Andrew Stevenson 25/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

I wish you all a very joyous day. Merry Christmas to all. Blessings to you.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Christmas Eve Tomorrow

It is nearing Christmas day,

Santa nearly here on his sleigh

Delivering his wares of toys

For good girls and boys.

Lights are flashing bright

Lighting up the dark night,

But Santa knows where he’s going

With Rudolf’s nose glowing. 

Carollers will be joyfully singing

Beside the Xmas tree shining,

They’ll be collecting for a charity

With some people giving generously.

It is the season to be jolly

And merry with being happy. 

© Andrew Stevenson 23/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Flood Of Tearful Admiration

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 has 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. 

© Andrew Stevenson 22/02/2014

 

A poem denoting Cheryl, an ex member of 'Girls Aloud'.

Time For Sharing

I gave you everything I had

And that made you glad,

You reciprocated in kind

By giving me your time;

I loved your loving loving

As you were very giving;

You were always caring –

We made a good pairing. 

While you are sleeping,

Are you still keeping

Your dreams of me

Fulfilling your destiny.

We used to passionately kiss,

This was a sense of bliss. 

© Andrew Stevenson 20/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

A past poem about Clare, that I didn't post.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Searching For Pleasing

I’m going into the City,

I’ll enjoy the Xmas tree,

It is going to be busy:

I need to buy presents

For my loving relation’s.

Will I see a sweet-honey

To possibly be with me –

I’ll have to wait and see. 

At the moment it’s cloudy,

It looks like it might rain,

I’ll take with me my brolly

So I don’t get wet again.

I’m leaving about nine

And will have a good time. 

© Andrew Stevenson 20/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Treat Of Mincemeat

Hip, hip, hooray,

I can see the sleigh,

Santa is on his way. 

Presents for you and me,

Left by him under the tree,

Children will wake happy. 

He is a pleasant site to see

Pleasing almost everybody

With his giving generosity. 

Have you left him a treat,

Something for him to eat

As he is tonight on his feet. 

Are you grateful and thankful

For presents making you cheerful,

Then be seasonal by being amiable. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/12/2017

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Celebrate His Birthday

I’m looking forward to Christmas,

It is a seasonal day of celebration,

Many Christians will attend mass

And share being a congregation:

They can boast with taking the Host,

And sipping the wine can be a toast

To God, Jesus and the Holy Ghost,

Especially those feeling a little lost. 

Jesus was born on Christmas day,

He taught Christians how to pray,

Especially with being thankful

When their lives are fruitful.

The New Testament is a blessing

To what Jesus was preaching. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Be Merry With Sherry

It is Christmas time,

The lonely will pine

To be with their family

During the festivities.

Share with them apathy

With a sense of empathy.

I feel for those suffering

With a deep understanding. 

It is the season to be jolly,

And to be happily merry,

So open a bottle of sherry

And have yourself a tipple.

I wish you all the very best

And hope you have a feast. 

© Andrew Stevenson 18/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Santa's Saviour

Rudolph the reindeer,

Santa’s little helper,

Has a nose so bright

That it lights up the night,

You may see him in flight

Helping Santa’s plight.

He knows where he’s going

With his nose glowing. 

He waits all year long

Before he can join the throng

Of reindeers that belong

To Santa pulling the sleigh.

Christmas Eve is his day

Of rushing so there’s no delay. 

© Andrew Stevenson 18/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sentimentally Sane

The Elves are busy

Making lots of toys

For Santa’s delivery

To good girls and boys.

Santa will take flight

On Christmas Eve night

Much to children’s delight

But he’ll keep out of sight. 

Christmas will soon be here,

I will be with my near and dear,

We’ll be merry and raise cheer

With partying drinking beer.

I wish you all the merry best –

I hope your season will be blessed. 

© Andrew Stevenson 18/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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 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

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Seasonal Blessings

Christmas is a week away,

It is our Lord Jesus’ birthday,

Masses will praise Him

While celebrating with kin.

Carollers will joyfully sing

That our Saviour is King.

He was born to save us all

So heed with greed His call. 

Father Christmas will deliver,

He is a character to savour,

Just like our Blessed Saviour

Who praised good behaviour.

Many Christians will pray

Throughout this special day. 

© Andrew Stevenson 18/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Pining While Searching

Who will be my honey

Alleviating my being lonely,

I hope she’ll shine bright

Leading me from my plight

Of not having her in my sight.

I am searching while wandering

As I am pining for some loving

With caring, sharing and giving. 

My relationships of the past

Regrettably did not last,

Will my next one surpass

With a beautiful Lass.

Which Lady will I meet

While walking the street.

© Andrew Stevenson 18/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Who Will She Be

I’m pining for a Lady

Treating me respectfully,

I am passionately inclined

To a honey who is refined,

I hope she’ll act Christianly

To share with me a sensibility

Of being meek, and to care

About being a generous pair. 

Who is searching for me

Looking for companionship

Within a loving courtship

That offers some positivity.

I like a pretty Lady to impress

By wearing a beautiful-dress. 

© Andrew Stevenson 18/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Host To Boast

I’m staying with my sister

For the seasonal dinner,

My mum has a large turkey

To share with our family.

Kim is an excellent hostess

With offerings to digest,

Such as a kiss and a hug

Which is blissfully snug. 

My sibling is very loving

And pleasingly caring,

She is a great mother

To my two nephews.

I love and appreciate her

And am glad she’s my sister.

© Andrew Stevenson 15/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Being Graceful Is Beautiful

Kylie is beautiful

And very graceful,

As she is a pleasure

In a viewing measure.

She flaunts her body

As she is a honey;

She has a shapely figure

Which male fans savour. 

She has a sweet voice

Singing songs of choice,

Her melodies flow

With tunes that grow.

From early to time for bed

I can’t get her out of my head.

© Andrew Stevenson 14/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

The last line denotes one of Kylie Minogue's popular songs.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Possibilities Are Positivities

I want a Lady to hold-tight,

And to sweetly kiss goodnight,

And to hug her in the morning

With a love that is loving.

Who will blossom and bloom

Singing a similar tune,

My song is respectfully

A symphony of possibility. 

At the moment we are apart –

Yet to make a fresh start.

I long to meet yourself

Hopefully in good health.

My heart will happily sing

At the time of our pairing. 

© Andrew Stevenson 14/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Relenting

The snow is diminishing,

The sun is brightly shining,

There is ice everywhere

So I have to walk with care.

It is bitterly-cold, freezing –

Mr Frost will have you sneezing:

Regardless, children still play

Throughout the chilly day. 

Snowmen can still be seen –

Soon to be a ‘has-been’,

It feels Christmassy though

With the glimpses of snow.

My grandchildren had fun

Snowball fighting with mum.

© Andrew Stevenson 12/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

I wrote this a few days ago.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Santa Is Nearly On His Way

Hip, hip, hooray, only a week away,

Santa, is nearly here on his sleigh

With the reindeer leading the way.

He’ll squeeze down your chimney

To leave presents for he and she

Who have been behaving respectfully.

Santa will stock up gifts under the tree

And will go about his business quietly.

Children will awake to happiness

Having been seasonally blessed

With having more and not less.

There will be plenty of playing.

Carollers will be joyfully singing

Christmas songs with praising.

© Andrew Stevenson 17/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Christmas Shopping

I took my mum shopping,

Her partner who has dementia

Was at Curzon Park Centre,

With the cold wind blowing

You can tell we are in winter.

The shops were welcoming

With their warmth and heat

From wayfaring in the street. 

My mother is poor on her feet,

But she perseveres with walking,

We were pleasantly conversing

While Christmas purchasing.

She spoke to my CPN yesterday

To check that she thinks I’m okay. 

© Andrew Stevenson 15/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

CPN denotes 'Community Psychiatric Nurse'.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Hazy Lady

I hope I meet a Lady

Who’ll be my honey,

I’ll treat her very nice

And always pay the price

Of wining and dining

With loving courting.

I hope she’ll be pleasing

With reciprocal loving. 

I was insanely mental,

But now I am gentle;

I’ll offer her my arm

And keep her from harm.

I can jest with being funny

And can shine like it’s sunny. 

© Andrew Stevenson 10/12/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.