Saturday, 31 August 2024

Devotion In Motion

Your pale skin is as snow,

Your blue eyes are aglow

With so a delight of sight

That you make me alright

From my gripe of a plight

Of not being yours tonight,

Hot embers are so flushing

When I chance you blushing

With not concealing yourself

In fashionable stealthy stealth.

I so follow you like your shadow,

You know when I so put up a show

As you are revealing my high brow

Raised in suspension appreciation

For your so generous supplication

Of you bodily movement motion

Of which I hereby state devotion.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

So Near My Dear

Your beauty penetrates my soul,

Dating yourself is my very goal,

My heart beats soulfully the blue

As I want to rekindle a time new

With your sweet-self to I pursue

As I still love you it is oh so true,

Your beautiful beauty is beautiful –

With you I’d again be so bountiful.

Your bosom is plentifully attractive

Making my desire for you pensive

As I am not yet near but so very far

From your door that is not left ajar.

Please notice me whence you see

And see me thinking thoughtfully.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Grief Belief

Liking you what do I gain –

A heart of sorrow and pain,

I spend my time with rhyme

About how you are sublime,

But seemingly you’re blind

To what I’m citing in writing,

I was hoping with the belief

That our love was not brief.

Oh woe to me and my grief –

I have yet not laid a wreath

On our lovely loving caring

As we made a good pairing.

I have a scope of some hope

Of so being together forever.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Fate A Date

I do so lust over your bust,

I want you to woo it is true,

Will you accept fate a date

As I will not forever wait,

You bide your time a sign

That you stall to be mine,

But if you cared with care

We would now be a pair.

I am crazily crazy over you

And have been for a while,

I am endless with my pursue

Of kissing your sweet smile.

I am cunning with my guile

So my dreams might be true.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

I Am Not Blue It Is True

I lust over you it is so true,

You are attractively pretty,

Looking at you I’m not blue

As I am so smitten my kitty,

You so purr sweet-nothings –

My heart sings with strings

Accompanying your voice

That’s a preference choice.

Do you see me as I do see you

With not being together so blue,

I am readily red with my envy

As my sweet you drive me crazy.

From afar you shine like a star

Brightening my day in everyway.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Friday, 30 August 2024

From Afar A Star

In her eyes was a nice surprise

As I saw nice truth and not lies,

She be genuine from the heart

And was not world’s sad apart

But so playing a heavenly harp

She uttered a sound to be bound

To reach into my depths soulfully

Which struck a chord within me

Of peaceful tranquillity serenity.

A Lady in all demeaner with grace

That shone her beauty on my face

And I lapped up everyone of a ray

That brightened up my time of day.

A love that reached a sunny star

That she is from my gazing afar.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Be Nice To A Wife

Are you nice to your wife,

And do you share with care,

Was it so on your first date

That you found a soul mate,

And if so does a love grow

Each and everyday at play,

And is your compatibility

Heavenly with sensitivity.

I hope you have a treasure

To reward your endeavour

Of pleasing with pleasure

Your love lasting forever.

I wish you much happiness

And hope you are blessed

With more and not so less

Of what you think the best.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Greed Of Need

I have had my injection this week,

My tablets they have had to tweak,

I am too sedated with medication

And struggle to normally function,

I find it an effort to go to the gym

And to walk to go and see my kin,

So they have reduced my ill pills

And I hope to again have thrills.

My new psychiatrist seems nice,

I have only seen her once twice,

She seemed to be understanding

And I hope I wasn't demanding.

The injection I know I do need

And I lap it up with some greed.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Sing A Hymn About Him

Our Lord was lovable with a Parable,

He taught followers that they're able

To go to heavenly heaven with belief

In Him the Son who was to be brief,

As soon after he was taken by a thief

Who stole His life to a lot of sad grief,

Governed by Pontius Pilate a Roman

Foretold by our Lord Jesus' wisdom.

Through our Lord we are forgiven

And now have a place in Heaven,

As long as you repent of your sin

And praise God in a godly Hymn.

Sing His praises for ages and ages

And give generously out of wages.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

No Regret My Pet

I miss my dog Sadie,

She got put into care,

I hope she is happy

And so treated fair,

Our time so together

Will last for forever,

She is in the country

Which'll be heavenly

Running in fields free.

An elderly couple adopted her,

They live in Wichchurch Town,

I hope they are looking after her

And that they so make her frown.

She is a lovable loving lovely pet -

I hope the couple have no regret.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Tense Appetence

I miss you so much Clare,

You're the love of my life,

You alleviated a lot of strife

With all of your caring care.

I will never love like I do you

And it's you who I want to woo,

My love for you is truly so true.

Where are you now I do wonder,

My crying out loud like thunder

Is so I will be heard on yonder.

I pen pieces to you for supplication,

As so in every mention is dedication

As I love you still as you're perfection.

I love everything about your sweet-self,

And now I am in relatively good health

I will still express that you are the best.

Are you still ripe for myself to pluck

And If you are I would so be in luck

As you are a charm I'd love on my arm.

You were chic when you were my chick,

And I am sorry for myself being so sick

But my voices were giving me stick shit.

In conclusion I want you to duly know

That my lovable loving love does grow

As without any pretence I'm in suspense

Of whether you will make an appearance.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Me And My Family

I am missing my family,

They mean my all to me,

I am so family orientated

And they are reciprocal,

But it’s hard being sedated

As I find travelling difficult,

But I persevere not in gear

As I am slow but I’m sincere

In my texting to near and dear.

My daughter’s love is the most,

We have a relationship to boast,

She is a matriarch seeing to me

Looking after myself so sensibly.

Oh woe to me with being unwell

Since I was twenty I do hereby tell.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

No Restrain The Pain

The weather has been sunny,

I have been duly lapping it up,

God is looking after dear me

As I have so not been forgot

As I have been having luck,

Which can also be my fate,

Lot or luckily enough destiny,

But the luck I want is a date.

I would love to have a Lady

Looking after me you so see,

That is my goal to so aim for

But at the moment I am sore

As Clare showed me the door

As I was psychotically insane

Without self-harming restrain

Causing her lots of so sad pain.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Thursday, 29 August 2024

Behaviour Graver

I am going to see my Mother

Where I will meet my Sister,

She is in a home in Chester

Where staff look after her,

My mother has a nature

Of having a behaviour

That's not now graver

And one to savour.

I am always missing her

And worry about dementia

As it is a slow type of torture

Which so affects her behaviour.

At least I have memories to savour

Of when we were aptly living together.

A poetic piece with a specific metre.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Friday, 23 August 2024

Heaven Not For The Heathen

Our Lord did impart wise wisdom

Such as we are all God's children

And that we should love His Son.

A Parable of our sinful behaviour

That is in our nature is in Scripture

And that none repenting are graver.

We have forgiveness in our Saviour

As he died for our sins so they waver

When we get to Heaven we treasure.

God is merciful with righteousness

As with His love we can be blessed

So make sure you do not transgress.

Heavenly Heaven is not for the Heathen

Who does not believe in our God's Son

But who's devoid of Jesus' wise wisdom.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

You Are The Muse I Choose

I miss you it is true

And again want you to woo,

Am I wishful thinking

With my hoping with wanting

To be dating yourself

Now I'm sane with good health,

You are my everything

And your praises I still do sing.

Clare, my all is laid bare

And I am hoping you still care,

It is you whom I choose

As you are still my citing muse.

Are you reading my Dear

Of my poetic pieces so sincere.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Fun In A Caravan

I love my Mother

So like no-other,

She is a pleasure

Of who I treasure,

She has now aged

And is in a home

As we were raged

She was all alone.

She has been on holiday

With her Son and Daughter

Who're my Brother, Sister

Whose company we savour.

I spoke to them on the phone

In their holidaying, nice home

Which was a lge static caravan

In North Wales called Towyn.

They had cabera singers singing

And they said they'd been dancing

Especially all of the Grandchildren

Who said they had all had much fun.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Rain Outside My Window Pane

I am going to the local gym later,

I'll get a lift to avoid the weather

As it is so blowing a gale outside

Which I can hear where I reside,

I can see rain through my pane

So I will avoid going out again

After my workout, I will stay in

And so phone my immediate kin.

My Sister, Brother and Mother

Have been holidaying together

Duly with their Grandchildren

Who all had apt excitable fun.

They avoided the English gales

With their trip to North Wales.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

I Reminisce This Dish

Kylie Minogue shines on shows,

You can get into her groove on YouTube,

She's a Superstar oozing sensation

Keeping me in suspension with attention

That I duly reap with apt retention

As I reminisce the bliss of this sultry dish

For an age Kylie on a stage show

Where she is not slow with a shining glow

As she is innovative in creative

Imagination with an adherence appearance

Of a less dress fashionable sense

Which is a breeze of ease to duly so tease.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

I Am Crazy Over This Lady

I fancy Kylie to be fanciable,

She is very amiable and personable,

She dances so provocatively

In skimpy clothes on shows sensually,

I mention she is a sensation

As she duly keeps me in suspension

As I am a fan cooling down

From smiling wearing a nice frown

As I have been so smitten

With this oozing sensation kitten,

I can't get her out of my head

From morning to when I get into bed,

I watch her live on YouTube

Where I have many shows to choose,

Her fans wave both their arms

To her sultry lyrical singing charms.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Bout Of Going Without

I hope I find a Lady

Who is Christianly,

I will go to Church

To continue a search.

I will be a Gentleman

Being duly chivalrous,

I will use wise wisdom

Of giving my all no less.

I fall in love quite easily

As I like female company

Especially the tranquillity

Of them being nice to me.

She will be so very beautiful

Inside and out with apt clout

And I will be so very amiable

And we'll both be personable.

I have been single for a while

And would again like to smile

With a pretty girl on my arm

Who I would keep from harm.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

The Frail Will Wail

There is a storm outside

So I'll abide staying inside

Whereupon I will stay dry

Until the rain says 'goodbye',

The wind is blowing a gale

Which will affect the frail

Especially those that are old

As they will be the most cold.

It is my Mother's last day

On a North Wales holiday,

She'll be back home tonight

Where she can sleep tight

With the storm out of sight.

I hope it does not stay long

As a forecast is often wrong.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Tuesday, 20 August 2024

I Talk The Talk And Walk The Walk

A walk with another resident and a member of staff in Wales.

The Splendour Of Nature

The manager had six dogs with her

With two of them being a pointer,

We all loved our walk within nature

And appreciated all of her splendour,

We walked around a mountain top

Which if wrong footed was a drop,

The waterfall looked like a fountain

Below and coming from a mountain,

We were appreciating the spectating

Of the wonder of our Mother Nature

In a splendour of blooming consuming

For us watching with it so grooming

Our appetite of a wonderful ripe sight

Which was more spectacular feature

That did nurture in our mind favour

Of nature's behaviour that we savour

As a natural beauty of a popularity.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Monday, 19 August 2024

A Verse Not Terse

Applaud our Lord's wisdom

As he spoke in His parables

Of heavenly heaven to come

If you heed what this entails,

That you should praise Him

Which can be sung in a hymn

And that you should repent sin

And not transgress to be the best.

Our Lord is so wise, knowledgeable

As He oh so expressed in a parable,

Read the New Testament fervently

And be so thorough in transparency.

See what verse is reaching out to you

To amend wrong doing not to pursue.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Grow Not Slow

It is you who I choose

As you're still my muse,

I think you're beautiful

And I want you to pull,

I remember us together

So braving any weather

As life can so be a storm

Breaking any such norm.

You were ecstatic ecstasy

To me which is heavenly,

You to me were an Angel

Which was so wonderful.

I reminisce times of bliss

Such as your perfect kiss,

Holding you oh so tightly

With your hug so mighty.

Do you wonder like me

Of how we might so be

Together with a sharing

Nature of perfect loving.

I miss you/us terribly so

And I want you to know

That my love is not slow

As It does grow and grow.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Healthy Being Wealthy

You are so my fair Maiden

And I'm like robbing hood,

As in my arms you're laden

With a wealth of doing good,

I stole your love with etiquette

As I am chivalrous to a Lady,

I hope you now have no regret

With my transgressing chivalry.

I steal for myself as I am so poor

But a loving lovely love I do gain

From being so considerately sore

With pain as I absently abstained.

Whence you cometh I am happy

And like the rich It is so wealthy.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Saturday, 17 August 2024

Getting Fitter Now Better

I am going to the gym soon

Whereupon I can get in tune

With pumping iron with zest

As I so lift more and not less,

I've just started doing fitness

As before hand I had an injury

As I had over done it on a knee

So I am now so very happy see.

I am going to Costa for a Coffee

Before I start my fitness training,

It should liven me up to be lively

As I'm still waking from sleeping.

I had an a bad knee for an eternity

Which was to me a bad travesty.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Thursday, 15 August 2024

Have Fun With Dion

I am listening to Celine Dion on YouTube,

She sings a lot of ballads that sooth a mood,

My favourite is 'My Heart Will Go On' song

That with the figures is a favourite of a throng,

She has a voice singing melodies of a choice

That millions love to listen when feeling blue,

She can raise your spirit from sadly being down

And raise a facial expression that can be a frown.

She is a diva that I love to love with some loving

As I like her wooing within her beautiful singing,

Her videos on YouTube are gracefully not rude

As she has a morality devoid of another's vanity.

I so play a compact disc at least once everyday

Which entices me to sway with some loving play.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Route To Suit Wayfaring Gaining

I went for a walk with the manager,

She had her four dogs with her,

We went to a picturesque park trail

Where every dog wagged a tail,

We were all walking ever so briskly

That we had it done completely

Within an hour without a rain shower

As it was aptly brightly sunny.

I had a raincoat in my backpack

In case it rained while on this track,

The trees were bursting forth

And waste on the path from a horse.

All in all we all had a good time

With us all being in an age of prime.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Your Zest Is Less

My love for you is so true,

It is you I want to pursue,

You were my everything

Worth more than any bling,

I hope I wasn't just a fling

As your praises I do sing

But it seems I'm worthless

As you do not get in-touch.

What am I to your sweet-self,

Am I left to rot on a high shelf,

I thought you were into myself

As you cared nursing my health.

Do not you think while together

That we could brave any weather,

And even though I was a storm

You were devoid of any scorn.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Tea-Time In Rhyme

I cooked a corned beef hash,

Eating it was not a slow fast,

The other residents apt praise

Will see my do it again in days,

We all hadn't had it for a year

So the host could boast most

With a toast of raising cheer

That everyone did so adhere.

I like cooking at tea-time,

I think eating it is sublime,

We all have a portion to fill

Which duly isn't a bitter-pill.

We do not have to do dishes

Which can be a chore disses.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Blessed With Zest

I have been to the gym,

I like to keep so in trim,

I trained on my big chest

Working out with a rest

In-between all of my reps,

I enjoyed my hard session

And always learn the lesson

Of training with intermission.

I warm up walking to the studio

And when I get there I'm aglow

As I do not walk slow to show

A face In the working out place.

I am really loving my training

And am gaining apt sustaining.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Monday, 5 August 2024

My Citing In Writing

Loving you was so a pleasure

But we’re sadly not together,

I so think of you as a treasure

As you braved stormy weather

Which was a great endeavour

With enduring me with bipolar

As I was a nightmare to bare

But you persevered with care.

I am so thankful with a thank you

As your love at the time was true,

But now I miss you I’m feeling blue

As it is only in verse I can so pursue.

I don’t even now if you are reading

What it is that I’m citing in writing.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Sunday, 4 August 2024

An Ache Of My Mistake

I am feeling blue it is true

As you’re not reciprocating

Appreciating my/your dating,

We were good as it so should

And were a pair who’re peachy

With palatable tastes of decency

With respectful respect respecting

Each other as a loving Brethren lover.

It is not a mystery our history

As I am an open book for to see

My transparency of respectability

Of which you would see if you and me

Get back together without complacency

As I took you for granted and had hypocrisy

As I wanted others to be lovers with intimacy.

But now I have changed for the better

And am now not that way of being inclined,

As my inclinations back then now are a waver

As I now know I was graver with an unsound mind

That you will now find is refined to so just you in-kind.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

My Hype Of A Gripe

Love is duly in my mind’s eye

When I lovingly wink at you,

With staring I so wonder why

I still haven’t the faintest clue

If I am fanatical of reciprocal

Inclinations with supplications,

And as I look I wonder in luck

Or sorrow of what is tomorrow

If it is devoid of you it is true

I am blue not knowing growing

To a height of you being a sight

Of worthy might with my hype

Of plight as I begrudgingly gripe

Of being right or wrong in a song

In tune to gloom or being a groom.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Slay For The Pay And Play

Do you like all the hype

Of a boxing fight,

And do you have a fret

Of losing a bet,

Not picking the winner

Backing a loser,

Who is your friend or foe

As they so go

With a flow of toe-to-toe,

Is a fight slow

With not putting on a show,

Perspective take

And try not to so forsake

As all the training

Is for a gaining of winning

And not to be losing,

They fight for our supplement

Which is amusement

As well as the considerable pay

If they slay on their day,

Be thoughtfully so thoughtful

Of the immense struggle

And the pain of losing a game

As they might abstain

From never ever fighting again

With losing their honour

With not being the fight victor.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Fanatical Of A Musical

I am fanatical of a score,

Listen to a piece I implore

And realise it is not a bore.

Watch and listen to a musical

And so like me end up fanatical

Especially with being analytical.

Enjoy the stage with singers singing

And enjoy all of the dancers dancing

But most of all enjoy the actors acting.

The lights in a show can be blinding

But appreciate them spell-binding

As they are shining for your liking.

Like and love the fashionable fashion

With a nice passion of your attraction

As they’re made for your appreciation.

But most of all enjoy the musical music

By a large orchestra or big band so a hit

Playing melodic melodies so not so shit.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Not A Sin Going To The Gym

I have been going to the gym,

I duly keep it up to stay in trim,

I am overweight and not thin

But I am stocky and duly slim,

I do stretching to stay supple

Which relaxes tense muscle,

I would like to do kick boxing

And perhaps so fight in a ring,

I’ve always looked after myself

And taken care to stay in health,

Which is sound for keeping sane –

It’s stopped me from being lame.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

My Mother Is Like No-Other

My mother is like no-other,

It’s in her nature to nurture,

She is a Cockney you so see

Bringing me up appropriately,

She has been modestly poor

But has hardly ever been sore,

She’s at the ripe age eighty-four –

Now in a home for the elderly

But is not now alone and lonely

As she enjoys friend’s company,

She has always acted Christianly

Bringing me up with this ideology.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Not Myself In Bad Health

I was so out of my mind

But I so healed in my time,

I wasn't taking medication

So seeing it as a subjection,

But now I have no objection

As I so know that I need it

Otherwise I so just get sick

Which is so extremely shit,

I so hear a controlling voice -

I am subject to their choice,

I can be vulnerable or hostile

For a short time or for a while,

I have been so violent to some

And have been a conning con,

But I wasn't myself you so see

As I usually act so Christianly

When I am duly normally sane

With honour in my street name.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Rain Again A Pain

It is no-longer sunny

As it is now so cloudy,

The heat is in deplete

And of old it is cold,

I will so wear a jacket

In the thick of it in shit,

As the rain comes again

Without restrain for pain

As it is a pain-in-the-bum

Now being without the sun.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

I Push To Trust

I wanted to reap you to keep

But it has so turned out a feat

As you are/is so 'out-of-sight'

That I am in a might of gripe,

Why do not you get in touch

Which If I were you is a must

And my sentiments you trust

As was when we were together

Braving a tether of my weather

But I did not waver behaviour

That was loving with sharing

And caring with duly giving.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

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Saturday, 31 August 2024

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The Splendour Of Nature

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Sunday, 4 August 2024

Fanatical Of A Musical