A Girlfriend With Trend

I am held in suspension

And without any pretention

I will steer in your direction

Not to sway another’s' way.

Will you come out to play,

It will be a brighter day

As I am now not insane

And like honour in I name. 

I was not myself

Suffering ill-health,

I’m sorry we split

With me getting sick.

I have patiently waited

And am now sedated.

© Andrew Stevenson 30/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

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

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Writing Keeps Me Sane

I’ve been reading my novel,

Over four-hundred pages,

I’ve still got a way to go

Before I might get wages.

I’m on chapter thirteen

And I am keenly keen

To keep the flow going

Of what I will be typing. 

Writing keeps my busy

And stops me being lazy,

I have something to do

While not feeling blue.

I am proud of myself

Keeping in good health. 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Pleasing Conversing

I am going to see

My sister tonight,

She is pleasantly

A nice delight.

She’ll greet me

With a warm smile,

Which is nice to see –

Worth my while. 

My nephew will be there

With a few of his mates,

He likes to humbly share

As he has good traits.

I will enjoy my evening

Of pleasing conversing. 

© Andrew Stevenson 29/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Experienced Glee With Thee

I was very happy,

And gladly

I say to thee

Come back to me;

We were heavenly

Sharing tranquillity.

I liked our cuddling

Which was pleasing. 

Are you still in denial,

You’re a worthwhile trial

Of my respective patience.

You had a loving essence.

I remember you in-kind

Conversing in rhyme. 

© Andrew Stevenson 28/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

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

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

An Open And Shut Case

I’ve had my window fixed,

The workmen have gone,

I am now not vexed

As the Jobs a good one.

It only took them an hour

With their tools with power:

They came an hour early

And were humorously witty. 

I made them a few cups of tea,

Chatting with them I was happy,

They were respectable men

Who I’d welcome again.

I no-longer feel the breeze

That was making me sneeze. 

© Andrew Stevenson 28/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Vexed Until Fixed

I get my window fixed today,
It is in a state of decay,

Workmen are coming at one

To get the job done.

It currently doesn’t close

Leaving me with lots of woes,

Especially having a cold nose

As the frosty wind blows. 

I think I’m coming down

With an unwelcome virus,

As my coughing has grown

And I am eating much less.

I have a good immune-system I’m told

Hardly ever suffering from flu or cold. 

© Andrew Stevenson 28/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Feel My Heart-Beat

Do you feel my heart-beat,

My palpitations are full of you,

From my head down to my feet

I am down, feeling bluely blue.

We had a good friendship

Throughout our courtship;

You were current and hip

While I was a sinking ship. 

I sank to depths of despair

A trauma you were aware,

But you didn't stop and stare

As you had a loving care.

I got wrapped up in myself

Suffering this ill-health. 

© Andrew Stevenson 27/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

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

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Message To Clare With Care

You had an essence of caring

While respectfully sharing,

We were a good pairing

As we were both giving.

Are you in a relationship

And do you miss our courtship.

I still think about you

And am glad that I do. 

I am no-longer mad

Acting insanely bad,

I was a threat to myself

While suffering ill-health.

But now I am happily happy

Seeking thee to be with me.

© Andrew Stevenson 27/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

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

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Heavenly Or Hellishly

I didn’t get up until nine,

And I went to bed at eleven,

I am now feeling fine

After dreams of heaven –

Celestial Angels in flight

Soaring with a Godly might,

Wishes beyond compare

Can be granted there. 

Often, I am hag-ridden,

I accept my suffering fate,

As I have already forgiven

My mind for this that I hate.

My heaven or hell I can relate

After remembering when I wake. 

© Andrew Stevenson 27/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Seeking A Pairing With Caring

I like sharing with caring,

And seek a loving pairing

With a Lady of a similarity

Who could respectfully be

My honey making me happy.

I am at the moment free

But feel a little lonely,

So seek she for company. 

Who will I meet and greet

While walking the street,

I hope she is a delicious treat

Offering loving so sweet.

Over a year I’ve been single

Which is deeply regrettable. 

© Andrew Stevenson 26/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

The Trinity

God is watching over you,

Christians believe it’s true,

He is Paternally loving

And likes us praying.

He is not a bitter-pill

Because we have free-will,

He likes to patiently instil

That it’s wrong to cause ill. 

With His wise wisdom

He gave us Jesus, His Son,

And that belief in Him

Could free you from sin.

The Holy Spirit hears

And comforts some fears. 

© Andrew Stevenson 26/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sea Of Possibility

A pleasant Lady messaged me,

There’s plenty of fish in the sea,

I will dip my toe in pleasingly

To find a loving, caring honey.

I will treat her respectfully

As I am gentlemanly to a Lady.

I hope things go swimmingly

In her making me happy. 

She will be current and hip

And looking sexually-fit,

And she’ll act Christianly

With a sense of sensibility.

The ocean is a large place

To find she who has grace. 

© Andrew Stevenson 25/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Jimbo Does Glow

I’m off to see my nephew Jimbo,

My liking for him does grow

As he just goes with the flow

With a shining, bright glow.

He is intellectually a delight

And works with all his might,

His employer sings his praise

And gives to him a good wage. 

He hardly has an alcoholic drink,

As he likes to rationally think,

He has a morality without insanity

But can be mad with his vanity.

He is within a loving courtship

With a Lady who is prettily-chic. 

© Andrew Stevenson 24/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

No Fun With Karen

I longed for Karen,

To share my wisdom

That we’d make a pair

Who’ve a loving care.

But she’s hardly there

Working at B and M,

So yet again I’ll search

For a Lady of worth. 

Who’ll be my fixation

With poetic supplication,

I have a muse to choose

To win and not lose.

Who will be my dear

To raise from me a cheer. 

© Andrew Stevenson 24/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Wine And Dine Time

You have a beautiful face

And express eloquent grace,

Your hair is black and long,

Come to me and belong

With experiencing serenity

As I court you respectfully.

You’re a vision of beauty -

Very attractive and pretty. 

Could you be mine

To wine and dine;

I would treat you fine

And type the odd rhyme

To express my fervour

Of seeking your favour. 

© Andrew Stevenson 23/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Your Sweet-Self In Good Health

I am still dreaming

Of your sweet-self,

Are you searching

While in good health.

I am still reaching

For a new beginning,

You are a sight to see –

A vision of beauty. 

You are my only desire,

I am passionately on fire

As the heat of your beat

Could be mine to reap.

You’re attractive and pretty –

I’m sure you’d make me happy.  

© Andrew Stevenson 22/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Sunrise Can Be A Prize

I like birds chirping

In the early morning

While out walking.

The dawn sunrise

Is a welcome prize

To greet your eyes.

I stroll by the River Dee

With my pet dog Sadie.

Winter is nearly nigh

With Autumn’s goodbye,

Jack Frost will say ‘hi’

As snow falls from the sky.

I long for Spring again

With new life to gain. 

© Andrew Stevenson 21/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Soon To Be

It is nearing winter,

Autumn is diminishing,

The weather is colder –

Soon to be freezing.

The leaves have fallen

With most now rotten.

Snow is sadly forecast

Which I hope won’t last. 

I like Spring and Summer,

With new life blooming,

Where the sun is sunnier

Warming your whole being.

Nature will sadly subside

While its frosty outside. 

© Andrew Stevenson 21/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

I Did Not See Lovely She

I was apprehensive

And deeply pensive

When I went to B&M –

She wasn’t working again.

I am longing from afar

To take Karen to a bar

To share our company

With drinking merrily. 

I hope she is still free

So she can get with me;

I will pleasingly be

A gentleman to she.

Karen is a Lady with class,

Making her a likeable lass. 

© Andrew Stevenson 21/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Will She Like Me To See

Karen is a sight to see,

I hope she still likes me

As I think she is pretty

And attractively a honey:

Will she take my hand –

This would be grand:

I would lead the way

To a much brighter day.

We’ve a lot in common,

Such as both having a son.

I can turn the charm on

With a shining wisdom.

My Goosebumps tingle –

I hope she is still single. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Sight Of Delight

Karen is my type,

I will aptly write

She is a delight:

She is beautiful

And bountiful

In being fruitful

Which I will pluck

If I am in luck. 

We’ve a friendship,

I’d like a courtship

Of going steady –

I think I am ready.

I want her to woo

With feelings anew.

© Andrew Stevenson 19/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Kieran Is Now Home

My nephew is now home,

He has considerably grown

As he is a body-builder

Lifting weights to get bigger.

He’s been hitting the gym

To keep his waist slim,

As he’s been drinking a lot

With the many mates he’s got. 

I saw him last Sunday

When I had Lacy May,

He was looking himself

And was in good health.

I was pleased to see him

As he is my near and dear kin. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

We Are Kin To Him

Repent from sin,

We’re God’s kin,

His wise wisdom

Gave us His Son.

Jesus is loving

And forgiving,

He was caring

With sharing. 

Those in denial

Can be a trial,

But judge them

With reason.

The devilish way

Will rot and decay. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Respectfully Sadie

I hope Karen likes Sadie,

My Jack Russell Terrier,

She is lovingly cosy

When cuddling up to her.

She can be quite playful

And is often cheerful –

Especially while walking

And when she’s running. 

She’s been lovingly nurtured

And is now good natured,

She is great with he and she

Who gently pet her respectfully.

I love her with all of my heart

And dread the day she will part. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Fit And Hip

I think she is sexily fit –

Will she be my chick,

I have a loving appetite

Of her palatable taste,

I will write and type

With haste of her grace,

She is deliciously ripe

Putting a smile on my face. 

Is Karen my loving fate,

Will she come on a date,

She is beautifully pretty

Already making me happy.

I will patiently wait and see

If she is single and free. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Spare A Care

Would she get with me,

We could be in harmony

In caring for each other

With each being a lover.

I think she is a honey

As she is very pretty.

I hope I see her soon

Singing the same tune. 

She is a darling for sure,

And to her I will implore

To wisely take a chance

On a courting romance.

She is a grandmother

And I’m a grandfather. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

Lay A Wreath And Have Belief

I have a responsibility

To act aptly Christianly,

As I believe in the Son

And His Godly wisdom.

Impart from your heart

His words of belief,

And make a new start

By forgiving the thief. 

Our Lord seeks the heathen

To believe God is in heaven,

And that His Paternal ways

Can lead you to brighter days.

Sinners should relent and repent

And experience Jesus’ Lent. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

A Grave Gravity

I have a psychotic condition

And my life used to be mad,

But I now have an injection

And I am happily glad.

I’ve been hospital free

For seemingly an eternity,

I am on the right path

Where I have a laugh. 

I used to cause a domestic

When I was insanely sick,

My family weren’t happy

With me acting mentally.

I was harmful to myself

Suffering this ill-health. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/11/2017

 

A sonnet.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.