Out Of The Dark With A Bark

I took Sadie to see my Daughter,

She took some snaps of me and her

And my Grandchildren, Lacy May

And Kenzie all together at play.

Sadie was happily wagging her tail

In the pictures I got from my email,

I have already posted some of them

And have some more to post again. 

Sadie has fun with my Grandchildren

Who both take her for a short run,

She is strong and can pull quite hard

And with the kids is on her guard.

Sadie likes to roll on her stocky back

Where she will wait for a belly pat.

© Andrew Stevenson 01/03/2018

 

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My Pet Dog Sadie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me, Sadie, and my Daughter Georgia, and my Grandchildren, Lacy May and Kenzie.

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Being Open

Sometimes in a relationship you clash with mind-set differences,

And can accommodate the other with a love to put aside your preferences,

But this can eat you up inside as you swallow your pride to hide your true-self,

And you can be thoughtless in your mindfulness of carefulness in quiet stealth;

But take notice of democratic divorces, and their mortality rated health. 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

 

A re-edited piece.

 

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A Hell-Bent Serpent

God said to lonely Adam

I will make you Eden,

But you are forbidden

To have your own wisdom. 

You shouldn’t eat from the tree

That I have indicated to thee

As it will make me unhappy

To see you understand like me. 

If you eat its fruit you’ll die

So do not even bother to try,

As I will roar from the sky

With a wrath of goodbye. 

God made Adam his wife, Eve,

But she was to unwisely deceive,

As the serpent made her believe

She should eat the fruit with greed. 

They now new good from evil

Which gave them a bitter-chill

As they hid from God’s call

As they were revealing their all. 

© Andrew Stevenson 26/02/2018

 

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Creating Creation

In the beginning

God was creating,

He made the earth

A place of worth. 

He made day and night

By creating our sunlight,

And our shining moon

Is like our sun’s groom. 

The stars God scattered

With shining administered,

God thought of our light

To see throughout night. 

An expanse of water

Hindered our Creator,

So he made the land

And thought it grand. 

He split the seas

And made bees

And made the sky

So birds could fly. 

Wildlife was aptly blooming

With vegetation flourishing,

Our Lord God was pleased

But still wasn’t appeased. 

So out of dust he made man,

Breathing life into Adam,

Then while he was asleep

Took a rib for a wife to reap. 

© Andrew Stevenson 26/02/2018

 

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Share A Care Through Prayer

Love our Lord with might –

He may be out of your sight

But He is with us in Scripture

Preaching with some fervour.

Listen to what He has to say

That God made life from clay,

And is omniscient, omnipotent

And omnipresent and is present. 

God is indeed great and powerful,

His creation of life is wonderful,

He gave us His one and only Son

Who preached God’s holy wisdom.

Reach out to Jesus and our Father

With prayer my Sister and Brother. 

© Andrew Stevenson 25/02/2018

 

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A Philisophical Premise

Here’s a philosophical premise: ‘grass is meat’. Now when a calf is weaned off milk by its mother, in the wild, it will only eat grass (besides a few bugs and mushrooms), but in essence, just grass, and it will grow into a large cow, which is meat. 

And vegetables equal meat: when a vegetarian female becomes pregnant, the foetus will grow into a baby, and we are meat.

You have to take into consideration the attributes of water. 

© Andrew Stevenson 24/02/2018

 

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My Pursue Of A Girl That Flew

I captured your beauty, which is held hostage in my mind:

But, paradoxically, I am held prisoner by your ransom

Of time passing by, which consumes my thoughts to pine

Over our pairing, sharing and caring existence not yet begun. 

Take the plunge and dive deep into my pool of wisdom;

And let I lead you into blissful pleasures of my endeavours –

As I have yet to unfold my bodily hold of strength to come,

Which bulges with masculinity sincerity of protective measures. 

We cannot yet be with each other,

As you are sadly with another.

But I will strive on and on

Until I am welcomed and he’s gone. 

Ann, the price I have to ambivalently pay

Is your consuming beauty domineering my day.

You are a beacon delight of sight might to aid my plight

Of suffering loneliness in all its ugliness of heart-wrenching gripe. 

© Andrew Stevenson 23/02/2018

 

A poem I wrote for my Nephew who gave it to a girl who he fancies.

 

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Build On Your Foundation

When grief’s fist hits you square on the jaw,

And knocks your senses out of love’s door,

Don’t despairingly rage and long from afar,

Prize it back open a little and leave hope ajar. 

A torrential female sea, that calms with care,

Nurture it with honesty, respect, but beware,

Sharks live superficially and are hollow inside

From deprivation of a true gentleman’s pride. 

Flowers grow from seed, blossom and bloom,

Pluck nature’s essence and tide with the moon,

Be one with these elements awash on the shore

In and out of consciousness from the female core. 

Love love, a reiterating cliché, wisdom to impart,

A remedy for life’s sadness and a broken heart,

Don’t give up down, even an odyssey can find

Cupid’s sign posts reciprocating your love in kind. 

© Andrew Stevenson 22/02/2018

 

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Love Over Our Rainbow

In her arms I find salvation, and long for the embraces of a difference,

As she nurtures paternal, protective measures, and expresses this outwardly;

And inwardly she beats an immeasurable love that has no pretence,

As her feelings are an open book for all to read with a heed of empathy. 

We are seen, and very heard, and with strong arms we fight the battle of existing,

And with blows – soft and hard, we try and disregard negativity with positivity,

Yet how low can you go, and how high can you fly, to reach your wanting

Of grasping where you want to be, as together we endeavour precariously. 

Storms that flow, sowing their drips and drops into crops that leave a mark,

And when this harvest is observed, a trail is seen on each cheek, a peek

Into her suffering as the long, lonely, wet nights turn into the days apart,

And the stresses show, and the torment renders her superficially weak. 

© Andrew Stevenson 02/02/14

 

A re-edited piece.

 

I wrote this while suffering with bipolar and being locked up in hospital.

 

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My Companion

Sadie my pet dog, keeps me company,

She is not judging me for my insanity,

And as she snuggles up close to me

I feel love and a little tranquillity. 

She barks often, and up stands her hair,

And she can pace the lounge with care,

So I watch in my gladness without sadness

As she is well built with much prowess. 

She defends by being alert to all sounds

And heads for the door in leaps and bounds,

She is brave and is willing to put up a fight

Which is a protective measure that I like. 

© Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

 

A re-edited piece.

 

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My Nephews Amuse

I saw James and Kieran,

My two likeable Nephews,

I heard their latest news

And we had plenty of fun.

They both pay their dues

To their appreciative mum,

With both being a loving son

With the ability to amuse. 

Kieran is a big body-builder

Lifting weights at the gym. 

James is a builder and roofer

And aptly provides for his kin. 

We all love my loving Sister –

Their Mother called Kim. 

© Andrew Stevenson 19/02/2018

 

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Philosophising While Shopping

 My mate Raj owns a shop,

Where I occasionally stop

To stock up on groceries

While saying pleasantries;

Behind the counter he’s sat –

We often have a small chat

Mostly about our finances

With its many grievances. 

He has split from his partner,

And now he does sadly suffer

As he still lovingly loves her

And wants to get back together.

Raj is religious and is a Sikh

Offering philosophies to reap. 

© Andrew Stevenson 18/02/2018

 

I enjoy socialising with Raj, as I studied religion in Open University, so am familiar with his faith. And he respects Jesus and the Christian way of life.

 

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Chill From Being Ill

My roots are firmly

In the hard ground,

I am now sensibly

Feeling quite sound,

Growing passionately

To where I’m bound,

Joining my family tree

Not feeling sadly down. 

I’m in a heavenly place

And am resting in peace,

I long to see your face

As I am not yet deceased.

I will not just pass you by

With memories to deny. 

© Andrew Stevenson 04/09/2017

 

A re-edited piece. I only kept the first two lines.

 

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Be Free With His Mercy

God’s splendour is beautiful,

He created everything we see,

And what we hold to be bountiful

He provided with his invisibility. 

He is there if you stop and stare,

Gaze at His wonderfully nice life

And appreciate Him with a prayer

As He is all about everything nice. 

We have our own free-will to ill

Others who’re Sisters and Brothers,

And the God fearing can aptly instil

The unbelieving to be wise lovers. 

Love our Saviour’s loving love

As He has a wise, Godly wisdom,

Representing our Father up above

Who’s will shall by Him be done. 

God’s forgiving through our Lord,

Those sinning by transgressing

And living by the gun or sword

Should see Jesus as a blessing. 

© Andrew Stevenson 16/02/2018

 

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A Wait For A Blind Date

I’ve found a mate for my dog Sadie,

A Jack Russell owned by Nobby –

An old friend who lives quite near;

He said when she’s ready bring her.

She’ll wear a muzzle when they meet

As she goes for other dogs in the street.

I’ll keep a bitch when she has her litter

So she’ll have company in a daughter. 

She has just come on heat and is bleeding

So It won’t be long before she’s mating,

She will make a good mother I’m sure

As her love for my is rich and not poor.

My mate Inksy and Maria might have one

As their most recent pet dog has passed on. 

© Andrew Stevenson 16/02/2018

 

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To Clare I Have A Care

Where are you Clare,

As I have a loving care,

I hold my love aloft –

Nice and gently soft. 

I'm waiting for you,

Are you searching too,

I'm feeling quite blue

Without you to pursue. 

You were beautiful to me,

Attractively very pretty,

Full of hopeful promises

Of our love lasting ages. 

I loved you loving the Son,

A testament to your wisdom;

Preach to me your sensibilities

That can have nice possibilities. 

Please adhere this beckoning cry,

And I will let out a pleasant sigh

Of a welcoming and longed-for relief

From suffering my loneliness grief. 

© Andrew Stevenson 30/03/2017

 

A re-edited piece.

 

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Rising Early

I’ve been out walking,

The weather is freezing

With a cold wind blowing,

It’s the climate for snowing

But the clouds aren’t showing.

A new day will soon be dawning,

Hopefully the sun will be shining

To greet everybody who’re waking. 

Sadie was pleasantly running,

She was stalking and chasing

The ducks that were lingering,

But gladly they were escaping.

I like wayfaring in the morning

With peace and quiet pleasing. 

© Andrew Stevenson 14/02/2018

 

A poem with the same rhyming suffix throughout.

 

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Sane And Able But Banished

My pains in life are an open book,

My face lines have nothing concealed,

Walk past, give me that second look,

Horrified at the revelations revealed. 

Could you use those lines to write

All of my violent angst and stresses,

While shaking inside with no respite

Like my author wills and blesses. 

Blessed me with little or no will

As I am a puppet being mastered;

Preordained with mighty skill

By a Biblical Fatherless bastard. 

Strong words I regrettably know

Will ruffle a few dove feathers,

But hardship runs so terribly slow;

A canter of our endeavours. 

Yes I drank and was a drunk,

But it did not numb the pain,

Like a wounded ship I sank

To rock bottom again and again. 

Take his pen; can your ink flow

More gracefully than my before,

Take the present time to know

Human nature at its deepest core. 

Upbringing and peer pressure

Can influence, shape and form,

Individually can get the better

Off an innocent victim’s ‘norm’. 

Superficial zombies like me

Earth’s lonely streets engulf,

Stare hard and you might see

A lamb beneath a howling wolf. 

If you could write my last chapter

Would an understanding lady unfold,

And would we live happily ever after

As my greatest love story ever told. 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017 

The poem denotes mental illness. 

The phrase ‘Biblical Fatherless bastard’ in the last line of the third stanza is indicative to the devil.

 

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Wayfaring Wondering

I see light cascading through the trees

And feel the calming, cooling breeze

And walk on with a sense of ease. 

The sun-rays fall like drops of snow

Inquisitive of the scenery I begin to slow

To admire the translucent show. 

Looming silhouettes are all around,

Leaves are making an eerie sound

Blowing across the autumn ground. 

I like the sense of being able to roam,

But beckoning is my humble home

As I now feel so incredibly alone. 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

 

A re-edited piece.

 

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Dominant

I like to wisely nurture

My thoughts on nature

While wandering in her

During our hot summer. 

Stepping carefully

In the cool breeze

Being happily happy

Strolling on with ease. 

Watching butterflies float

And hearing birds chirp,

Seeing them have a soak

In the river where I walk.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

 

A re-edited piece.

 

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Less And More Score

I’ve got my injection at one,

I have been on a reduction,

With tablets being increased

So I’m not insanely stressed.

I’m happy with this situation

Of less and more supplication

With the shrink’s prescription

Of helping with my condition. 

I have bipolar, but have been well

For a long spell from being in hell,

As I was bad with being quite mad

Resulting in my family being sad.

My daughter keeps me sanely sane

And with her help I’m mentally tame. 

© Andrew Stevenson 13/02/2017

 

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A White Delight

I’ve been outside walking,

It has been widely snowing,

The icy-cold wind blowing

Was on my face freezing.

My pet dog did not slip –

Her paws had a good grip:

Sadie had an exercising run

And we both had lots of fun. 

The canal was not iced-up;

We saw the occasional duck;

Little birds were chirping

While manoeuvring flying.

I enjoyed the white scenery

And exchanging a pleasantry. 

© Andrew Stevenson 11/02/2018

 

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Belonging Pining

I’m longing for Springtime again,

With Mother Nature’s new spell

Of nurturing life to grow well

With both plenty of sun and rain,

And flourishing with her nourishing

Blossoming life will be blooming,

Which is pleasing for us looking

As it can be a pleasant blessing. 

With enthusiasm I am very keen

To walk again in pastures green,

To see the odd gushing stream

With birds washing to keep clean.

My smiling face will be all aglow

To see the pretty flowers on show. 

© Andrew Stevenson 10/02/2018

 

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I Sing He Is King

Our Lord Jesus is our King,

Wealthier than any bling,

As He is aptly rich in spirit

Still healing lots who’re sick.

I am affluent with His love

Believing in heaven above,

Storing up celestial treasures

From my Christian endeavours. 

Through Jesus we have mercy,

He heals and can set you free

To live your life with serenity –

And to never again feel lonely.

Pray to Jesus in your mind

And emulate Him being kind. 

© Andrew Stevenson 10/02/2018

 

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Sentiments To Cheer

Come closer and squeeze me tight,

Hug me with all of your given might,

Kiss me with variant kisses of desire;

Light up my heart – an eternal fire. 

Hold my hand and lead the way,

And listen to what I have to say,

Of reaching where you want to be -

In an essence of peace and tranquillity. 

I'll love you whichever way you go,

And I want you to forever know,

That I won't hold back my intentions

That will be told with many mentions. 

© Andrew Stevenson 11/03/2017

 

A poem that I've re-edited.

 

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