Creative Ramblings: September 2024

Sunday, 29 September 2024

I Lack Back On Track

I know that it may seem

That I am so overly keen,

You are a dreamy dream

Come true it is oh so true

So it is you who I pursue

As without you I am blue.

I pray you’ll come back

So I will so get on track

To some loving hugging

Of which I am so pining,

And I’m missing kissing

And our sharing caring.

You are my one and all,

Why don’t you play ball,

When you left it was fall

With lots of rain in pain

Crying again and again

That I could not refrain.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Saturday, 28 September 2024

In My Mind Is To Rhyme Our Time

Will it come to pass

You being my Lass,

It is like I am a fast

You willed to so last,

Remember our past

Where we had a blast

That we can surpass

If it is so your task.

When you were mine

I thought you sublime,

You’re a muse I rhyme

With most of my time.

I will repay you in-kind

For healing a mad mind.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Doing Time Without A Crime

My trials I will so adjourn

As I duly plead not guilty,

I will so not swear a word

To my giving a testimony,

I’ll remand in your custody

Myself my dear to not fear

Being a word in your ear

As I know you are sincere

And you will not let me rot

For a hand in arresting a bot’

That is yours, mine and ours

That I lustfully felt for hours

Which is an accusation crime

That consumed all of my time.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Compassion Supplication

I am steadfast in my belief

For forgiveness for a thief

Who’s prayed to our Lord

And has put down a sword,

As Jesus so died for this sin

And welcomes them like kin

As long as they have let in

Him and God above in love.

Many in our World go hungry

With many not giving charity,

Christ helped to feed a mass

With bread no-matter of class.

He had steadfast compassion

Feeding crowds supplication.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Desire A Choir

A Church bell ringing

Is a call for apt singing

To praise God in a hymn

With your friends and kin,

Rejoice with songs of choice

That will sour you ever so high

Like a white dove free in the sky

That is so a symbol of Christianity –

Go with the flow and let yourself go

So heavenly with a choir’s popularity.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Pass To A Mass

Mother Nature is so our Mum,

Rejoice and do not be so glum,

She evolves life for the better

Reigning on Earth with nurture,

As a cloud is loud with thunder

And in the sea is us going under

To be in heavenly haven yonder

As a cell devoid of belief of hell.

I believe when we pass we go to the sea

So as a cell that was driving your vessel,

And this is Heaven on Earth, our serenity

When we cease to be after your funeral.

And we pass to eventually be in a mass

With cells that were a functioning body

Which is how it is in the sea this ability.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

It Is Heavenly Acting Christianly

Jesus is a love of my life,

His teachings are still rife,

He was and is my Friend –

He put me so on the mend

From being so seriously ill

That gave my Family a chill,

I will always be so grateful

Like a lost sheep in a Parable

Who was sought and found

And with LOVE I’m sound.

I used to be a pitiful sinner,

Transgressing I was a loser,

But now better I’m a winner

In my life now free of strife.

I beseech to act Christianly

As to others this is Heavenly.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Unstable In Hospital

I suffer with schizophrenia

And was crazy in paranoia,

I was mentally oh so insane

Causing myself misery pain,

I hear voices in my mad mind

And was aggressively unkind,

I walked around like a lunatic

When I was unwell being sick.

But I have now been very well

For oh so over a year long spell,

I duly get along with my family –

They think I’m as well as can be.

I don’t ever want to go to hospital

Feeling feeble and crazily unstable.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Thursday, 26 September 2024

A Nightmare Aftercare

In a slumber I awoke in a tremor

At being in horror with a spectre

That did haunt me during a sleep

Which to my partner I did bleat

That I was frightfully frightened

From its frightening, heightened

By the realism of it being reality

Which frighteningly was a gravity

Of immense suspense within me.

Clare, comforted me so with care

And stated that I had had a scare

And that it wasn’t real how I feel

About this ghost that was the host

Of a nightmare of being hag-ridden

And that for waking her I’m forgiven.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

I Ache That Lake

Inside I now ache to walk the lake

Along the shore that is not a chore,

Where whispers on the wind sing

An enchantment melody so happy

With the waves waving goodbye –

They crash to deplete at my feet,

And I enjoyably enjoyed a scenery

That is thoroughly oh so heavenly

Like Eden with rolling greenery

And flowers going on for hours

That I am in awe to all that I saw,

And I pine for the sunshine again

Over me and that tranquil serenity.

I want to again float in a ferry boat

With a frown like it so up and down

With the rocking and also swaying

That is now playing in remembering,

And the mountains rising in a height

That were all a mighty might in sight

That enthralled to so pursue the view

Of majestic giants seemingly so high

As to be so never ending in that sky.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Courting Romancing

You are so alive in my thinking,

In the dead of night awakening

I am thoughtful in reminiscing

Of our hugging and also kissing

That was blissful bliss happening

When we were together so dating.

I am patiently impatiently waiting

Of an appearance of you appearing

As I am pining wining and dining

With drinking, eating and dancing

As I would like courtship courting

With your sweet-self in romancing.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Our Time In Rhyme

You are deep within me,

My heart is full of thee,

My mind is mindfully

Mindful in tranquillity,

As you are so heavenly

That you create serenity,

And hoping so wishfully

I hope and wish us to be

Again together so happy.

You are the muse I choose

As I hope you will be mine

When you read my rhyme

Of us together in our time.

300 poems expressing you

That express a love so true.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

It Is Fair To Say I Care

My glass heart is shattered,

It’s in bits over you it’s true,

When nothing else mattered

Except feelings which renew

When I am pensive in wonder,

And I ponder my mind’s eye

Looking at you always fonder

For hope you’re yonder, I pry

To dissect of my reminiscing

Of your sweet-self romance

That I am heavenly thinking

Staring at space in a trance

Hoping to again to be dating

With wishfully another chance.

My mindful thoughts are of you,

You are so an entity inside of me

Consuming my thinking it’s true

And as my inner-self of you to be

Is in hopeful hope without a ‘bye’

But another ‘hi’ so as to be free

From as blue as the vastness sky

Which is overwhelming inside me –

A great weight of burden to bare

Which is yoke as heavy as can be

As I still with fondness fondly care.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Tuesday, 24 September 2024

Bade To Fade

Mother Nature is beautiful,

She makes life so bountiful,

Where there is needful need

She will plant to grow a seed,

Flowers will glow so on show

With shining colour from her

And in the wind they’ll dance

Which will have me in a trance.

Their blossoming blooming

Is to myself aptly consuming

As they are much of a retention

With my appreciative attention.

Now in Autumn they will fade

Until next Spring to be remade.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

An Ought Thought

I hate so having to wait

While you debate a date,

I do state you’re my fate

As we both think alike

So we should be alright

As you are shining bright

Whenever you’re in sight

With intellectual intellect.

Your bosom is so amply ampul

And your posterior is bountiful

Both of which I’d like a handful

As they make me so very lustful.

In me you can confide a thought

Which will be an ought sought.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Dating Debating

I like the dead of the night

Where I thrive being alive,

The moonlight can be bright

Shining shine which is fine,

I ponder, wonder pensively

Over a chick who’s a Lady,

And I think apprehensively

Of duly a mating possibility

With she whom I do fancy

As lost was my smile awhile

As she is a trial to using guile

For our inevitability waiting

While she is debating dating

As she is my fate I do so state.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Monday, 23 September 2024

A Toast To Her I Like Most

My mind soured so in flight

On a high when in my sight

I saw your beautiful beauty

In everyplace, body and face,

With your blouse being lace

That was chic, which is a hit

With appreciative me liking it

And my lips were in a frown

From previously being down.

Will she chance on a romance

Whereupon my heart will dance

Of wishful thinking of gyrating

To feel her closely close in post

Of our meeting never depleting

As I am mesmerised and I toast

This host who I like very most.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Bounty Of Beauty

When I chanced on you in the street

My loving lustful heart skipped a beat,

Heaven opened with the view of a face

That was beautifully yours with grace

Of a sight from your post demeanour

That I savour still every time I wonder

In a chilling chill which does so fulfil

Your instil that I find a thrill of my will.

When you spoke I so uttered a silent prayer

That I would never leave you standing there,

As I was instantly smitten with your beauty

That is beautiful which is a bountiful bounty

In my minds eye, and dare I pry to so try

To offer out a hand which would be a high

With an ecstatic feeling healing my pining

Of wining and dining in a hope of loving.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Mention Of My Intention

I will be dutiful

As you’re beautiful,

Your shape is ample

Again to sample.

I will so seek

To reap you to keep

As you are very meek

And are a treat.

I’ll raise a voice

For you having a choice

To so brave the weather

Getting together.

You are peachy

As you are so very pretty,

You are a palatable taste

To heed with pace.

I am seeking

You for some loving loving

As I am pining over a body

That’s heavenly.

In my conclusion

I would like us in unison

Without any such confusion

Of my intention.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Vexed With Texts

I used to have a chick

Who dressed so chic,

She loved with pace

And I love her grace,

She being beautiful

I was always mindful

To be complimentary

With a nice pleasantry.

I used to be dutiful

With every handful,

As she is bountiful

With a bust ample.

I still care about Clare

And my all so laid bare

Are expressed in texts

Of which I am vexed

As is she so reading

What I am so writing.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

I Will Amend To A Friend

Why don’t you get in-touch,

I love and miss you so much,

We so had a great relationship

With wine and dine courtship,

I so loved you being my chick

As you were hip and so chic,

You on my arm were a charm

And I will not cause any harm

To your sweet-self anymore

As I implore it’s you I adore.

Do you have another partner,

I have not got an inkling clue,

If so I will see you hereafter

Until again it’s me you pursue.

I hope we still remain a friend

As I care and lots of love I send.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Question Without Reason

My Family can tell

When I am unwell,

I can get paranoid

And I start to avoid,

I can rant and rave

Which can be grave,

I start to question

Without any reason.

But I have been well

For a year long spell,

And hope to stay fine

For a very long time.

The meds are working

As I am not stressing.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Innocently Guilty

Upbringing can shape you,

Environment, peer pressure too,

Plus having some innates

That can determine your traits.

If we knew a brain might do bad

And our lives might be sad,

We might choose not to be born

And refrain living in pain.

So are we forgiven after we die

For so making others cry,

Should everyone go to heaven

Even a murderous heathen.

Some species kill so they can eat,

And we kill species for meat,

Does that mean we are all guilty

Though we acted innocently.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Instil Into Freewill

No-one asked to be born into life

Where you might cause bad strife,

As we didn’t programme the brain

With innates that make you insane

For many, and where you feel pain

With if you suffer suffering again

And again as most species suffer

So life might be better thereafter

Living in heaven if you’re a killer.

If we had the choice we might say ‘NO’,

But we don’t have the option to not go

Driving a brain that might cause pain

To others, and our thoughts are shaped

By upbringing and peer pressure traits

As well as fighting to killing innates

That have evolved from us being apes –

Also, with our freewill we can also kill.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Marry Happy With He Or She

Are you so nice to your wife

And are you chirpily happy,

Or is she a strife in your life

Making you so very unhappy,

And is paying a price so rife

Of not choosing appropriately,

And is your answer to entice

Her to change an undesirability.

Does your hubby make you happy

Or does he cause nothing but misery,

If he is an apt chirpy chappie to thee

And he is so your tranquil serenity

Then you are luckily lucky with he,

Does he provide you him to so see

Or are you prone to be alone lonely -

I hope you are not sad matrimonially.

In conclusion, wisely choose a muse

And don’t stray away but stay to play

Your Partner’s way so as not to lose

As you so chose to choose your fate

From loving love after many a date.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

In A Trance From A Daffodil Dance

Wordsworth loved nature

With a fervour behaviour,

He wrote poems to nurture

Others to duly look further

At all the splendour on offer

As a stream or lake or river

Is a calling to so come hither

In the hot summer and winter.

In a trance of a daffodil dance

With their posture in a stance

To enhance our vision in bloom

Which is a tune to heal a gloom.

In the Autumn my dear I do fear

That lots of the flowers disappear.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Not Heaven Sent Our Lent

I used to so trippingly trip

When I was so very sick,

I imagined with delusion

Which was all a confusion,

Everyday I was in disbelief

And suffered insane grief,

It is not nice being unwell

As it’s having a spell in hell.

I try to take a positive from a negative,

And I reason with common sense logic,

I philosophise life with being pensive

As all of the suffering makes me sick.

God come back from whence you went

As many are starving like a fast in Lent.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Getting Well Was Swell

I have been mad in the past,

Thankfully it did not so last,

Being crazy left me aghast

With how I starved in a fast.

I used to be so violent to people

And myself with being suicidal,

But now I’m well I’m personable,

Amiable, and hope to stay stable.

It is a bitter-pill being mentally ill

As it can leave others with a chill,

I had a delusional mentality to kill

Which was my alters voice’s will.

I have been in hospital many a time

Being psychotic and out of my mind,

But on the ward I was always so kind

And would eventually leave it behind –

As I would have a spell of being well

Whereupon the psychiatrist could tell,

I can relate that hospital can so be hell

As it is so like being in a locked cell.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Creative Ramblings

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Sunday, 29 September 2024

I Lack Back On Track

Saturday, 28 September 2024

In My Mind Is To Rhyme Our Time

Doing Time Without A Crime

Compassion Supplication

Desire A Choir

Pass To A Mass

It Is Heavenly Acting Christianly

Unstable In Hospital

Thursday, 26 September 2024

A Nightmare Aftercare

I Ache That Lake

Courting Romancing

Our Time In Rhyme

It Is Fair To Say I Care

Tuesday, 24 September 2024

Bade To Fade

An Ought Thought

Dating Debating

Monday, 23 September 2024

A Toast To Her I Like Most

A Bounty Of Beauty

A Mention Of My Intention

Vexed With Texts

I Will Amend To A Friend

Question Without Reason

Innocently Guilty

Instil Into Freewill

Marry Happy With He Or She

In A Trance From A Daffodil Dance

Not Heaven Sent Our Lent

Getting Well Was Swell

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