I Wish You A Merry Time

I am staying in this New Year’s Eve,

Sadie is scared of the loud fireworks,

The celebrations I so will not grieve

As having a drink at home so works,

I’m off to see Friends and my Family

Later on today, they’ll be full of cheer

And will create some inner tranquillity

As I so like and love my near and dear.

 

I hope you so get to go out having fun,

I’ll say a quiet prayer to God and Son

That your New Year is full of wisdom

To try and seek the hot heat of the sun.

I hope you all have quite a merry time

Drinking spirits, bear, cider and wine.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 31/12/2018

 

A happy New Year to  you all.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Forty Thousandth View

Hip, hip hooray my 40,000^th view,

Blogging stops me feeling so blue,

I am eternally thankful to all of you

For visiting, especially if you’re new

Reading a proportion of my pieces,

I hope you have found my graces

To be gentlemanly with chivalry,

With many expressing my Honey.

 

Lots are viewing from America,

And I have many from the UK,

People are reading from China

What it is that I have to so say.

I write in many a poetic-genre

And I hope you find them okay.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 31/12/2018

Thank You For Viewing

A happy New Year

To all of my viewers,

I hope you raise cheer

With other revellers,

Thanks for your time

Reading my rhymes,

I think your sublime

And with the times.

 

I appreciate your many views,

You have a choice to choose

From my many variant poems

That can be sung like hymns.

I hope my life is enlightening

To you viewing and so liking.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/12/2018

 

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Thank You Through And Through

A happy New Year to all my viewers,

I hope you so get to party with revellers,

I thank you for your time on my website

And appreciate you reading my pieces,

I do hope you have liked my apt hype

And from me to you respectful graces,

I like you visiting, leaving a comment –

You to me are an angel heavenly sent.

 

I hope you have like the variant poems

Expressing my Family, pet dog Sadie,

Nature, having bipolar, my Girlfriends

And some with some wise philosophy

About our Lord Jesus Christ and God –

So thank you for visiting my web-blog.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/12/2018

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Feel Swell

A happy New Year

To all my followers,

Raise some apt cheer

With some revellers,

I wish you all well

During this season,

I hope you feel swell

And have some fun.

 

Duly be so hearty

And have a party,

Have a nice dance

And seek romance.

I hope your blessed

With more not less.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/12/2018

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

What Is Your Life

We have lot, fate, chance and luck,

Sometimes our lives can duly suck,

I hope this New Year brings cheer

And brings you closer to your dear,

I wish you all the utmost very best

And hope your New Year is blessed

With having much more and not less

Of what you desire and think the best,

Such as the behaviour of some Family

And your near and dear Sweet-Honey,

To treat yourself in a respectful way

When both/all engaging in social play.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/12/2018

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

New Year Cheer

Nearly New Year,

Raise some cheer

With some beer,

Take a chance

With a dance

For romance,

What is fate

If it is late.

 

Be blessed

With a chest

To sleep on

After the fun.

I wish you well

As you can tell.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 29/12/2018

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

New Year Cheer To Adhere

It has been a fruitful year,

I have raised lots of cheer,

I’ve had a nice Girlfriend

Which was a God-send,

We had a splendid time –

I thought her so sublime,

But she had her problems

With paranoia symptoms,

She was reluctant to see me

With her mad insensibility,

So sadly I split up from her

Causing me to shed a tear,

I have a date on the horizon –

I will use etiquette wisdom

To charm this new Honey,

I will shine like it’s sunny

And laugh with being funny.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/12/2018

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

I Hope For You

I hope the New Year

Will see you blessed,

I hope you won’t fear

And are not stressed,

I hope you raise cheer

With Family cherished,

Put your desires in gear –

Want that you’ve wished.

 

I hope you have a Partner

To keep yourself company,

Love him/her like no-other

And offer and give plenty.

Love those that love you

With a feeling that is true.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/12/2018

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

I Hope For Success

I hope this New Year

Proves to be so fruitful,

I have a date to adhere

As I’m now on the pull,

I will be ever so sincere –

I think she is beautiful,

My near and also dear

Are ever so hopeful.

 

I will have finished

Editing all my poems

Sometime next year,

I think I am blessed.

Some are like a hymn

Praising God with care.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/12/2018

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Date My Fate

I hope this year proves fruitful

With Detty who is so beautiful,

My Nephew is arranging a date

So myself and Detty can relate

What we happily like and hate,

James said we are compatible

And with this I am comfortable –

I’m well at the moment and able.

 

I will use etiquette as wisdom

And be a Gentleman to Detty,

I do not know if she has a Son

But know she’s two Daughters.

I am already a loving Grandad

Which makes me happily glad.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/12/2018

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Heed His Might

Jesus aided those in fright

And listened to their gripe

Of so not wanting to fight

The Romans in authority:

He heeded he and also she

And offered a tranquillity

In believing in God above

Who was/is all about love.

 

Plenty now drink from the cup

Lapping the wine and bread up,

Wisely preaching and teaching

To those who are duly reaching.

Jesus lived to aid our suffering

From a life of sad transgressing.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 03/09/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Stressing Him As A Blessing

Jesus offered a friendship

Through a time of hardship,

I was lonely and vulnerable

And sadly mentally unstable.

I nicely fell in love with Him

For forgiving my sinful sin:

He was a source of serenity

So setting my inner-self free.

 

Our God Almighty in Heaven

Forgives the sinning Heathen,

He is the Master of our destiny

And through Jesus sets us free.

The Trinity is a godly blessing

If you are truly wisely believing.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 03/09/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Treasure To Savour

I was so engaged in a search,

Then I went to a local church,

I found what I was looking for –

A welcoming warm open door:

Christians were a nice delight

As they aided the sad plight

Of your respective suffering

With persevering nurturing.

 

I so fell in love with our Saviour,

Who Is a great, humble Teacher,

Preaching respectable behaviour

To the transgressor and also sinner.

I used to read the Sunday Scripture

Eloquently with Christian fervour.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 03/09/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

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Heed My Supplication

You are an apt inspiration

Much to my supplication –

In a written literary sense

Without any sad pretence.

You keep me in suspense

Without your appetence

Seeking to be with me

In an essence of harmony.

 

I got mad and was so sadly very sad,

And I’m aptly already a loving Dad,

So I know that will make you glad

As you have a Child to duly nurture

Into a loving and cherishing nature

To be so in your respective favour.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 02/09/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

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Happy Together

Do not be feeling down,

Perk up and aptly frown

By getting back with me

Experiencing being happy.

You used to laugh, smile

While not being in denial

That you were quite tactile

And were not a trying trial.

 

I am missing your company,

You were my nice tranquillity.

I loved your passion for living

And your sharing with giving.

We were a loving sensation

Worthy of many a mention.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 02/09/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

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You Are Special

Am I so out of my mind

Wanting you to be mine;

But I am no longer mad

And want to be glad –

No longer feeling sad.

I could be like a Dad,

Paternally inclined

And socially refined.

 

I cherished your loving,

You were always giving,

You forgave my sinning

And thus wisely saving

My good natured-self

Into much better health.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 03/09/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

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Be Mindful To Remember

Am I out of sight

Out of your mind,

Do you have gripe

Seeing me in-kind.

 

I hope you still feel

A love that is real,

And mindfully care

Of us being a pair.

 

I am thinking of you

With a love so true;

I am mentally sane

Not feeling any pain.

 

Are you blossoming

From my nurturing,

I am really so pining

For a new beginning,

 

You stole away my heart,

Am I now so worlds apart

For wanting a fresh start,

Let me respectfully know.

 

My love does so grow

And I will nicely sow

Some poems your way

In the hope you’ll stray.

 

Come out to play

And don’t decay,

Live your/our life

As my nice Wife.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 02/09/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Motherly Loving

My Mother tries to so nurture

Her Partner who has dementia,

She has to have some patience

With his madness perseverance

Of being sadly mentally insane –

Causing my Mother much pain.

He moves things everywhere

And does stare and also glare.

 

He wants to get out and about

And has to be duly locked in,

He can scream and also shout

With a verbal bout at dear Kin.

My Mother still loves him so

But her love does not so grow.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 03/09/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Sight To Savour

I walked within nature

Enjoying her splendour,

She is a sight to savour

That will never waver.

I like blooming flowers –

Having attractive powers

Of expressing a loving

With sharing and giving.

 

I would offer you a rose,

And gladly I’d propose,

You are my one and all

And my love stands tall.

Will you reciprocate in-kind

By me being on your mind.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 02/09/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Motherly Expressions

My Daughter expresses love,

She’s morals from God above,

She is Christianly in her manner

Believing in our Blessed Saviour.

She is upstanding and stands tall

Weathering the blustery, rainy Fall –

A Season not without an apt reason,

As life that is rife will soon come.

 

She loves her Daughter and Son,

And as they grow they flourish

With how she does aptly nourish

Their palatable tastes in decency –

Both adhering to a nice sensibility

Of having humane respectability.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 03/09/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

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Love His Loving

Jesus stood respectfully tall,

He is aptly above one and all,

He had his roots in Heaven

Forgiving the sad Heathen.

He duly taught to take flight

Rather than put up a fight

And to love your Neighbour

Regardless if he is a sinner.

 

I so fell in love with Him

After I committed sad sin,

He was a welcoming relief

From my sad, hostile grief:

The devil takes like a thief

Causing us to lay a wreath.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 03/09/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Good Times With Rhymes

Are you still at school teaching

Or do you stay at your home,

Are you respectfully reaching

With a love that has so grown:

You have a child to look after

And have some responsibilities,

You no-doubt are much happier

With lots of motherly sensibilities.

 

I still crave your company,

You to me were endearing,

You had a nice respectability

And I was so always learning.

We had plenty of happy times

Now expressed in my rhymes.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 02/09/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Apathy For Me

Clare you can plainly see

What it is you mean to me,

You used to duly have apathy

With an essence of empathy.

 

You were duly understanding

But had a gripe at my plight,

You could be reprimanding

With how I was in your sight.

 

I have sincere intentions

With loving supplications,

I will persevere my Dear

As I want you to be near.

 

I was corrigible with you

As I wasn’t always right,

I would like to aptly pursue

Yourself with how I write.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 02/09/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Tearfully Stressful

You were deeply faithful

And not rashly neglectful:

My insanity was stressful

Which made you tearful.

Sorry for your suffering;

You were aptly a blessing

When I was madly stressing

Of harmful transgressing

To me and myself and I.

 

I now duly wonder why

You do not wisely try

To so get back with me

As we were meant to be.

I’m respectful to myself

Now I’m in good health.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 01/09/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

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Expressing Expressions

Clare was a loving delight,

She has now taken flight,

I will express a sad gripe

So within my expression –

Teaching her a wise lesson

That our untimely separation

Was due to weak medication

Not being much of a sedation.

 

I loved her expressively so,

And wanted her to know

That she is my Princess –

Giving more and not less.

We had a love to remember

For our respective forever.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 31/08/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Maternal Stressing

I love my Mother with all of my heart

But sometimes she seems worlds apart,

She has ailments and is so stressed out

Staying in and not getting out and about.

She is due soon for a left hip operation

Where she will aptly get much attention.

She is duly aging and getting on in years

And has her passionate, passing on fears.

 

Her Partner suffers from sad dementia,

A stressful type of some personal torture,

As at times he does not make much sense

And keeps my Mum unhappy in suspense.

Mum is not coping as well as she should

But she gets help which is duly very good.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 31/08/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.