To Eva Cassidy With Love And Regret

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 had 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 its 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. 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/10/2017

 

A poem I wrote years ago that I've just discovered I didn't post it.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Attire Of A Vampire

Happy Birthday to Lacey May,

She will be eight tomorrow,

Her Halloween special day

Will be full of happiness

As my little angelic princess

Is going to wear the attire

Of a blood sucking vampire

For trick or treating no-less. 

She is off school for a week,

So she is in for a special treat

To spend all day partying

With spooky and scary playing.

She is a loving granddaughter –

A palatable flavour to savour.

© Andrew Stevenson 30/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Revelation

A ghost gave me a fright,

It happened this very night

When I was alone in bed –

I awoke filled with dread

As it floated past my head;

Then I heard it, it said:

‘I’m your soul feeling blue

Without a wife to pursue.’ 

The apparition was startling,

I was frightfully shaking,

But it was me aching

For a new beginning.

The spirit planted a seed

That a soul-mate I need. 

© Andrew Stevenson 29/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Spooky Time

Happy Birthday to Lacey May,

She will be a year older Tuesday,

Her special day is on Halloween

Where she will dress as a vampire,

She can let off loads of steam

Until she does tire and retire.

She will have a spooky party

Where kids will play happily. 

She will go trick or treating

And enjoy sweets for eating,

She will aim to frighten you

Until you give her a chew.

Throughout the dark night

She will give you a fright. 

© Andrew Stevenson 28/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Happy Halloween

Witches will give you a fright

Throughout Halloween night;

Monsters will roam the street

Searching for their next treat;

Frankenstein will be in view

With a mind to scare you;

Vampires will bite a sweet –

Filling up with what they eat;

Ghosts scaring you in a sheet

You will see in your street.

The charitable will be their prey

As the children come out to play,

All will be trick or treating

While meeting and greeting. 

© Andrew Stevenson 27/10/2017

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Trick Or Treat Heat

Halloween is scary,

Kids can go crazy

By turning up the heat

For a trick or treat

From who they meet

While in their street.

They have lots of fun

Filling up their tum. 

Monsters that glow

Will be on show,

Ghosts in a sheet

I will offer a sweet.

Vampires that don’t bite

I will happily like. 

© Andrew Stevenson 27/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Kieran Is Sound

My nephew is home next week,

He has been working away,

Seeing him will be a treat

As he is now home to stay.

He dotes on his loving mother

And is respectful to his brother,

They will all be living together

Which is pleasantly pleasing. 

He offered a friendly friendship

Throughout my insane hardship,

He lent a welcoming, listening ear

To my delusional, paranoia fear.

I would like him to know

My respect for him does grow. 

© Andrew Stevenson 27/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Am Searching

I am searching

For a new beginning,

I am not sinning

As I am caring.

What are you up to;

I want you to woo:

You were a sensation

In hugging for a duration. 

I am waiting for a response from you,

In anticipation I am feeling blue,

And am humbly and modestly ready

To go respectfully steady.

Your flavour I did savour,

Which will not waver.

© Andrew Stevenson 26/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

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

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Special Day

It’s my mum’s birthday,

Hip, hip, hooray,

She is seventy-eight

And looking great,

I look after her

And she after me:

My older brother

Is taking her for tea. 

I’m seeing her later on,

I hope she has some fun,

She has been down of late,

But is far from heaven’s gate.

Her partner, who has dementia

Will not remember it’s October. 

© Andrew Stevenson 26/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

New Times Begun With Mum

Happy Birthday to my mother,
She is going to be seventy-eight,

She will soon pleasantly discover

That life can be pleasingly great,

As she will soon be walking

Without feeling any suffering,

She won’t have to use a stick

As her new hip is getting fit. 

I am seeing her about three

To take her to the surgery.

Her partner is now at home,

His dementia has sadly grown.

I love my mother with my life;

She has nurtured me from strife. 

© Andrew Stevenson 25/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Nuisance

My car gets repaired today,

The electrics and door

Are working very poor

So I don’t have my way.

My engine light is on

So I need it quickly done.

My doors I cannot lock

As the key gets stuck. 

Before this it was sound –

A good little run around.

It’s recently passed its MOT

Despite the car being faulty.

I need my car for about three

To attend the Doctor’s surgery.

© Andrew Stevenson 25/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Wish For A Dish

A tasty dish indeed

To feed me with greed,

But you are going slow

With my words that grow.

You were attractive

In being actively active,

You fulfilled my need

With considerable greed. 

Being meek is what I seek

And with a bleat like a sheep

I will keep what I reap

From yourself so sweet.

Will you satisfy what I gratify -

A loving wink of your eye.

 

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 24/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

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

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

 

Buzzing With Seeing

I was buzzing seeing my son,

He was having lots of fun

With his niece and nephew –

My loving grandchildren.

He is playfully mischievous

With acting frivolous;

He is very nurturing

With his loving loving. 

He is caring with his sister

And always misses her,

It’s nice to see them together

Socialising with each other.

I love my children very much

And am glad they keep in-touch. 

© Andrew Stevenson 23/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Coming Around

I’ve been staying

With my mother,

She is praying

That her partner –

Who has dementia,

Still knows her,

He is coming home

From being in a home. 

She’s on her feet more

As her new hip is less sore,

She’s doing the odd chore

As my mother is hard-core.

I’ve been staying everyday

To help her on her way. 

© Andrew Stevenson 23/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Loving Son

I gladly saw my son yesterday,

He’s stopping for the Weekend,

He told me he is enjoying his stay

While socialising with his girlfriend –

My son isn’t her partner, as he’s gay.

It was nice to catch up together

With both of us having a lot to say,

But eventually we had to sever. 

I saw him at my mother’s home

Where he greeted me with a hug,

My loving for him has grown

As he expressed his loving love.

We all miss him as he lives away

But we’ll look forward to his next stay. 

© Andrew Stevenson 22/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Searching For Loving

I am searching

For some loving,

She’ll be a Lady

As I am fussy.

I’ll respect her

With fervour,

And will adhere

To her being dear. 

What are you up to;

I want you to woo:

Will you be a sensation

In hugging for a duration.

We could be respectable

With me being amiable.

© Andrew Stevenson 19/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

I wont be posting a poem all Weekend as I'm staying with my poorly mother. Blessings to you all.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Save My Goal

You were a score not to pass,

Saving my inner wellbeing,

Will you become my lass,

A beginning with seeing.

You were fair with being a pair,

And had a need to share a care,

You were righteous with integrity -

A beautiful site to pleasantly see. 

I was never lazily lazy,

I was full of energy,

To please thee happily

By hugging sensually.

I am glad that I pulled you

Experiencing a love so true.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 18/10/2017

A sonnet.

This is a poem about Clare that I didn't post!

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Pleasant Day

I’ve been with mum today,

I enjoyed my long stay,

My sister made us breakfast –

She is a lovely, loving lass.

My brother took mum for a meal

Where her hip she could feel,

She is slowly getting used to it

And her leg will soon be fit. 

I read a folder of poetic pieces

And had none about my nieces,

I will have to write some soon

When I share with them a room.

I have more reading to pursue

With recent pieces that are new. 

© Andrew Stevenson 22/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Looking After My Mother

I’ve been staying with my mother

At eight until the time of seven,

I have a respite as my brother

Looks after her with his other.

My mother believes in heaven

And used to teach Christianity,

She believes that we are brethren,

In a Biblical sense of sensibility. 

I treat all as sisters and brothers,

We should be respectful to others

As we all share earth together

Braving the stormy weather.

My mother is persevering

With her hip that is aching. 

© Andrew Stevenson 17/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Rose One

I trust your hand of hope, in the scope of loving aspirations, and Godly intentions: entwine your fingers in mine, and you will find, love ‘in kind’, as I have in mind to gently lead you out of the dark, to embark on a path of righteous integrity with sincerity, as I have faith in thee, and you will see a light emblazoned with a fiery passion with an explosion of a Biblical proportion, as I am Christianly in morality, and have values that are complimentary to being good natured, an innate quality to sate your curiosity, and enhance your ability to see clearly, as in my palm you will feel matrimonial inclinations of loving supplications. 

© Andrew Stevenson 28/1/14

 

This is a trilogy of pieces I wrote for an African girl I was dating online. Sorrowfully she lost touch with me through her lack of computer access! I've posted these before, so if you've read them before - sorry. I didn't get any comments on them the last time I posted them, so hope for a better response the second time around. I've been looking after my mother post op on her hip, so haven't the time to write a poem at the moment - perhaps tomorrow. Blessings to you all. Enjoy you week.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

 

Rose Two

You are a sight to see, a vision of tranquillity, and like the light of life, you shine to supplement my strife, as your warmth is comforting, and your embrace is nurturing, and as I grow with your nutritional sense, I blossom in your reciprocations of expressive supplications, with dedications in context with your morality, a vanity of sanity that is complementary to visions of ‘we’, and together we can bloom, as in a bride and groom, if you prove to be, the one for me! 

I long to caress your text of philosophies, and will heed your need to feed this creed with a seed to plant, a foundation to build upon, to fill our hearts with empathy, of suffering philanthropy, as I am learned and understand the barren hand that feeds your land, and as bushes burn under the heat, we will passion our thoughts with ought’s, and ignite a fight to this plight, as a concrete jungle sprouts with bouts of suppression, with a crop forgot, and as populaces thirst and hunger, the thunder that will blow from the sky, is a godly cry and sigh as to why flourish being impoverished - a capitalistic and tyrant disgrace in the face of humanity! 

I hope you like this poem, it expresses that if I make my fortune, I will be charitable and aid the just cause of trying to alleviate some suffering in your environment. I am a humble and modest person, and am not greedy, and think of the needy, and although it’s nice to live comfortably, appropriately, it’s also nice to think of others, as we are ‘all’ Sisters and Brothers, and those that deserve a helping hand should prosper in your land to think of others too! 

As a utopian I believe in sharing, and caring, and hugging and loving, and being a nice person, as it’s nice to be nice! I love liking you, and you seem surreal, as I’ve been searching for a lady with values such as you have, and I’d like to care for you, and comfort you, and share my LOVE with you, as you are a delight, and deliciously presented, as in you are so attractive, pretty, and beautiful, and I long and lust to be in your arms, an embrace I’d treasure! 

Do not wither my rose, flourish with I comforting warmth, and bloom in your essence, which I love! Take wonderful and gentle care. Love my love, Andrew. Bye.

© Andrew Stevenson  28/1/14

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Rose Three

Rose is a flower who can devour a shower of tears, and lap up sadness, returning happiness, and she is an inspiration to I literary aspirations, as with her, a poetic piece becomes a worth of affluence, as I now have a wealth of health. 

She has stealth in her words, which penetrate my very being, and upon seeing her sweet verses, I am spell-bound in enchantment, as she is a sacrament of nutrition to savour, as she seems true to her heart, and regardless of being worlds apart, she is an apple cart of wisdom, and after a taste of her affection, I will turn in her direction, and we can share our palatable oaths with toasts of cheer, and sip the vows of hosts, without the ghosts of the past, as we will surpass history, and bend on a knee, and pray for the brighter day of loving, joyful play! 

© Andrew Stevenson 29/1/14

A Caring Pairing

Mark, my older brother,

Has a likeable partner,

Her name is Melanie –

A delightful she to me;

She has graceful grace

And a beautiful face;

Mark is lucky to have she

And she lucky to have he. 

They make a nice couple

Being personable and amiable,

They have a good relationship

Full of friendly friendship.

I wish them both all the best

With their partnership zest. 

© Andrew Stevenson 15/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Caring For My Mother

I’m caring for my mum at nine,

Post op she is feeling fine,

I’m looking after her all day

While my sister is away,

I’m taking my pet dog Sadie,

As mum likes playing with she,

She will cheer her up tremendously

As she snuggles up to her on the settee. 

My mother watches daytime TV,

Which isn’t appealing to me,

I like to listen to music playing

While I am restfully resting.
I will do an hour gardening

As it needs weeding and cutting. 

© Andrew Stevenson 14/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Muse To Choose

I am searching for a Lady,

I am opening my eyes to see

Which females act reciprocally

To me being romantically

Wooing with my pursuing,

I offer a sincere courtship

Full of friendly friendship

With lots of sharing and giving. 

I am ready to fall in love again,

I hope it will be similarly the same

As my previous gain of loving

Which was dearly pleasing.

I hope she will be endearing

And a muse for my writing. 

© Andrew Stevenson 14/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Love Above

Jesus was love to the core,

He preached to help the poor,

He opened a welcoming door

To help those feeling sore;

As some were suffering

As plenty were not caring;

Jesus advocated sharing

With neighbourly loving. 

The scriptures are a blessing,

Lots are pleasingly stressing

A new beginning from sinning

With a heavenly pining.

Mathew, Mark, Luke and John

Wrote about New times begun. 

© Andrew Stevenson 13/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Nicknamed Jimbo

James, my nephew,

Doesn’t take a pew,

But he is Christianly

By acting respectfully

To his loving mother

And his doting daughter,

He loves them both so

Which does grow. 

I like James, he’s funny,

And accepts my mentality,

He offered a nice friendship

Throughout my hardship.

He has plenty of mates

Coming through his gates. 

© Andrew Stevenson 13/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Score To The Sore

James knows the score,

To help the poor,

He opens a welcoming door

Being friendly

To those feeling poorly,

Such as me,

As I am sometimes unwell

That he can tell. 

He is loving to his mother,

They are still living together,

He treats her respectfully

And makes her happy.

He split from his partner

As she was with another. 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

James is my nephew.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Home From Hospital

My mother is home,

She is not alone

As Kim is there

To lend a care,

Mum is doing well

Which is swell,

She is not in pain

As her hip is tame. 

I’m looking after her

Later, as my sister

Is going to see her son

Who lives in Warrington.

Me and mum will chat

While she is happily sat. 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/10/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.