A Fun Day Out And About

My grandchildren don’t moan

When they go to the Freedome,

They bounce on trampolines having fun

While I am watching with their dad and mum.

They are good at a somersault and turn

As they are at an age where they quickly learn,

It’s nice to see them lapping up each other

As a respectful sister and brother. 

They also playfully play in the arcade

Where they have previously played,

They are both good at playing a game

With both being similarly the same.

We will all share a drink and meal

Before I get back behind the wheel. 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/09/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Out And About

I got up at five very much alive,

I got to see the morning sunrise,

The colours were amazing

With the fiery sun blazing:

I was walking my pet dog

In the morning dew and fog,

She was running off her lead

Sniffing the odd bush and weed. 

Nature is so wonderfully nice,

She can enchant you from strife,

To give you some peace of mind

From a world sometimes not kind.

I would pick a Christian Lady a rose

And on one knee I would propose. 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/09/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Pain To Gain

My internet isn't working,
This is frustratingly frustrating,
My computer isn't responding
To the slow pace of loading.
It has been like this all day
And I hope not to stay
As I like some conversing
While friendly blogging.

I like to post poetic poems
That have pleasing rhymes,
I have a few already penned
Following my typing trend.
I am sorry for not posting
Pieces that you like reading.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 30/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sensibly Acting Christianly

I am respectfully searching

For a Lady who is loving,

She has to act Christianly

With a morality of sanity.

I could earnestly entice

Her to pleasantly be nice,

As I like sound relations

Adhering to supplications.

We could share a care

With my all laid bare,

As I have a mental history

That is open for all to see.

I am looking for a wife

To share with my life.

© Andrew Stevenson 29/09/2017

A sonnet. 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Am Thinking Of Looking

I would like to meet

Someone who’s Christianly,

I wont meet on the street

Someone as respectful as she.

I could fall in love easily

With a Christian Lady:

Some help the needy

By giving to charity.

I don’t socialise much

And am not in touch –

As I am not keen –

With the latest bar scene.

I need to start going to Church

To wisely continue my search.

© Andrew Stevenson 28/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

An Endeavour To Treasure

You are an endeavour

As I am still pursuing you

With feelings to renew

As you were a treasure.

I was feeling very blue

When we did sever,

But I brave the weather

Of having a love so true.

The refreshing rain can fall

To cool you on a hot day.

Why do you not play ball

By reading what I say.

You do not heed my call

Of coming around to play.

© Andrew Stevenson 27/09/2017

An English sonnet with a specific rhyming scheme. Thank you, Martin, for introducing me to a new type of sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Debate I Might Hate

You are going slow,

I am patiently waiting,

Are you debating

With what I sow.

You were appeasing

With how you did glow,

Appreciating my flow

Of poetic rhyming.

I was mentally unwell,

While I was with you,

But now I am sane.

We were suffering a spell

Of feeling mentally blue

But had loving to gain.

© Andrew Stevenson 26/09/2017

An English sonnet with a specific rhyming scheme.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Seriously Mental

Throughout your life

You’ve had little sin,

You were my heroine

Freeing me from strife.

Could your respective kin

Accept you being my wife,

And we could be nice

With a battle to win.

We could be prosperous

With a loving relationship.

You were very sensuous

With your sincere courtship.

Sorry I got insanely serious

When I was mentally sick.

© Andrew Stevenson 26/09/2017

An English sonnet with a specific rhyme scheme.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

As A Teenager

I used to be a Marine Cadet,

I made the rank of Sargent;

I used to enjoy a hike and trek

Searching for a hostile target.

I used to practice manoeuvres

With the other cadet soldiers,

I would tell them where to be

With a position of authority.

We used to have lots of fun

Acting the part with a 303 gun,

I had lots of friendly friends

Following their military trends.

You would get taught a sensibility

Of respecting the comradery.

© Andrew Stevenson 26/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

My Pet Jack Russel

My pet dog, Sadie,

Keeps me company,

She has come to be

Comfortingly friendly.

She’ll snuggle up to me

While I am watching TV,

And she’ll give me a lick

And bite the odd tick.

She is loving with people

And is very personable;

She likes being petted

Especially on her head.

She will bark at a cat

And chase a scurrying rat,

She will put up a fight

With dogs that bite.

I love her greatly so

And like her being in tow

With her gamely stalking

While we are walking.

© Andrew Stevenson 25/09/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Soulfully Blue

I’ve got a hole in my shoe,

Rain water is seeping through,

This is making me feel blue.

I have to watch where I tread,

Puddles fill me with dread,

They need fixing with a thread.

I’d like to buy a pair of Lacoste

But they are expensive in cost.

I’ll have to save for a rainy day

To be able to afford to pay

For the shoes I want to wear,

A pair I’ll look after with care.

I’ve got trainers to put on

Until I have the princely sum.

© Andrew Stevenson 25/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Suffering With Stressing

I used to stress with my illness,

I have bipolar and transgress

Against my respective-self

While suffering ill-health.

I used to be delusional

And was very irrational,

Making me dysfunctional –

Susceptible to being incapable.

But I have been happily well

For a pleasantly long spell,

I have not been suffering

With my insane thinking.

I hope with you I’m not forgot

As with you I would tie the knot.

© Andrew Stevenson 25/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Dementia Torture

I’ve been to see my mum,

Lately she always looks glum,

Her partner has dementia

And she does ultimately suffer

With his negative behaviour,

Which is stressfully annoying

Leading to him being frustrating

As he is not mindfully knowing.

I took them both shopping

Where they were viewing

What the shops were selling

With a mind to purchasing.

My mother is regrettably suffering

With his diminishing reasoning.

© Andrew Stevenson 24/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Strong Willed

I’m taking my mother

Out shopping today,

She likes to discover

What is on display.

She likes to spend,

Enjoying a trend

Of being in fashion

With a passion.

She struggles on her feet

But she doesn’t weep,

Her back plays her up

With spasms that suck.

Despite her aging years

She still perseveres.

© Andrew Stevenson 24/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Good Spell Without Hell

We had a year spell

Of bonding well,

We were good

residing in the hood.

We were caring

And very giving:

We were living

With lots of loving.

You were my serenity

When you were my honey;

You could be funny

And brightly sunny.

You to me were a star –

Drink with me in a bar.

© Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Loving Grandmother

My ex does experience fun

With having our grandchildren,

They play quite playfully

And are happy with she.

She takes them out to a park

Where they have a lark,

They explore and fool around

Without a negative sound.

Kenzie and Lacey Love she

With a loving sincerity,

He and she enjoy visiting

As Fiona is deeply caring.

Though we are not together

I love her as a Grandmother.

© Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Play Away Today

I’ve seen my daughter today,

She behaves in a loving way

As she likes hugging and kissing

Which is a tranquil blessing.

She loves me with fervour

And likes my respectful behaviour

Of believing in the Saviour –

A belief without grief to savour.

My grandchildren had fun

With me, their dad and mum,

They were laughing and joking

With their playful playing.

I took Kenzie, to see his nanny

Where he plays quite happily.

© Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Having A Play Today

I’m seeing my daughter today,

The grandchildren will play

In their own respective way,

I love them all and have fun

As my mental battle is won.

My daughter has pride in me

Not suffering and acting mentally –

Being hospital free for an eternity.

I’m taking my grandson out

To see his loving grandmother,

She is keenly, piously devout

By loving him with fervour.

We all have good relations

Adhering to supplications.

© Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2017

A sonnet.

Myself and my grandson out shopping.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Clare My Juliet

I am your Romeo calling

But you are stalling,

I would be romantic

If you were my chick.

Could I have success

With more and not less.

I would give you loving

Well worth receiving.

Juliet, you are inspiring,

A muse I am desiring,

A beauty inside and out

With attractiveness clout.

You got madly mad at me

Because of my insanity.

© Andrew Stevenson 23/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

We Had Chemistry

We had chemistry

You and me,

Come back and see

Myself with sanity;

We could be

Quite happily

Experiencing glee

With tranquillity.

Where are you,

Are you blue,

My love is true –

Ready to renew.

I am sorry I got sad

With being mad.

© Andrew Stevenson 22/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Blessing Not Stressing

My Psychiatric Nurse

I no-longer have to see,

As I am not under a curse

Suffering behaving mentally.

I am sane for all to see

Especially my loving family,

They are pleased with me

Experiencing sane sanity.

I was ill for a number of years

Expressing my insane fears

To whoever had ears to hear –

Especially my near and dear.

I am making great progress

With my meds being less.

© Andrew Stevenson 21/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Think Like A Shrink

I saw the psychiatrist today

Where I was able to have my say

About my meds being too strong

And his prescription being wrong;

He listened to my conversing

About my excessive sleeping

And has taken me off injections

With a six-month plan of reductions.

I have been well for a long spell

And do not suffer living in hell,

My life at the moment is heavenly

And full of family tranquillity.

I am going back on tablets

With no immediate regrets.

© Andrew Stevenson 21/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Was And Still Am

I was thoughtful with you

And was mindful too,

I offered a friendship

With a romantic courtship.

I always treated you nice

And hardly acted like ice,

I had a character to savour

Adhering to respectable behaviour.

You were a dream come true,

Keeping me from feeling blue,

You were my loving saviour

A nice, palatable flavour.

You braved my stormy weather

For a pleasant year together.

© Andrew Stevenson 21/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Hear That I Am Sincere

You were a foxy lady

When you were with me,

You were my desire

With your pretty attire.

You were glamorously

A lady of popularity,

As friends were friendly

Respecting a vulnerability.

I did not get over you,

I have feelings to renew,

As my love does grow

Expressed in what I sow.

Reap what I poetically feed

With a literary greed.

© Andrew Stevenson 20/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Remedy For My Insanity

I was poor in health but not in spirit,

I was humorous and funny with wit,

But I could be mentally unstable

Bringing uncertainty to the table,

But mostly I was predictable

As you could tell when I was sick,

And you tried to lessen my suffering

With your gentle and sweet loving.

I loved your hair bouncing with flare,

And pleasantly liked to just stare

At your pretty, beautiful-self

Looking fit and in good health.

We were modestly good together

With both being a giver and lover.

© Andrew Stevenson 20/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Mentally Free From Insanity

I am now sanely free

Not suffering mentally,

I have been well

For a long spell.

I locked myself up

In my own mind,

As my life did suck –

You will find in time.

You were my honey,

Come back and see

What you mean to me,

Experiencing tranquillity.

You had a loving care

With our all laid bare.

© Andrew Stevenson 20/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Intellectually Bright

You were my ray of sunshine

When you were mine,

You were intellectually bright

Not standing a fight,

As you were a pleasant delight

Hardly having a gripe,

We did not have a domestic

Regardless of being sick.

We met in the psychiatric ward,

Both being bored,

We hit it off straight away

From rot and decay.

The hospital isn’t the place to be

To act romantically.

© Andrew Stevenson 20/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

My Blog Name Explained

I lived on Wordsworth Crescent,

In an area called Poet’s Corner,

The surrounding area was pleasant

As you could experience nature –

Similarly, but differently

To Wordsworth’s history

Of nurturing its splendour

And writing down its wonder.

Wordspoeticallyworth

Stems from my place of birth,

And I also love nature

Like our poetic author.

Mother Nature is fruitful

In being pretty and beautiful.

© Andrew Stevenson 19/09/2017

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.