Creative Ramblings

Thursday, 18 July 2024

A Steep Leap To Reap

We are off to hike up a mountain later,

It will be a steep trekking trek so higher,

I will enjoy it as it will be good exercise

And the views will be a nice enough prize

To greet my eyes with an eyeful of plenty

As it's within a range of likeable scenery

That like Adam and Eve I'll find heavenly

As I love and like nature with an extremity.

Mother Nature and our Father's nurture

Will be prevailingly evident in nature

As they have a flourishing apt stature

To love all of life, from every creature.

We will stop off for a meal and a beer

Where upon we'll raise plenty of cheer.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Array At Play

Oh woe to me with an alter inside,

An entity that claims he's our Father,

I can not escape with nowhere to hide

And have to endure the ride of torture

As It is controlling and I have to abide

By its wills and wants and by its nature

With it having a devilishly evil pride

That I have to suffer but I cannot alter.

I still hear patronising voices today,

No matter the meds they still stay,

They don't so much have their way

As I am prone to ignore them I say.

They wind me up though with play

To sway to their way this very day.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Ale Does Prevail

The devil plays on my mind,

He's in myself you will find,

An alter that is progressive

In the punishment he gives,

He is suicidal but I do live

To so tell the tale of my ail

With a screaming mad wail -

But I can drown him with ale.

Oh woe to me and my madness

With an entity inside of mad me,

How I long for happy happiness

And to be in my sad mind lonely.

I say please refrain from ill-gain

As I can no longer stand the pain.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Deserted In The Desert

I am in the desert far from home,

Deserted I feeling so alone,

I'm struggling to walk on the sand

Without a helping hand,

The devil is trying to entice me

But I am so resisting he,

I think this is not the place to be

As it is not my sanctuary,

It is too hot with being so sunny

Making my sweat runny,

But evil is all around this place

That I now have to face,

As my sad life is far from rife

As I deteriorate in strife

With every pace my rat-race

That I have to duly face

Without a lovable loving love

As I am without a hug,

I am all alone far from home -

Wayfaring I have flown

To heights I have not sought

As I have been caught

By the voices so inside of me

Causing my sad misery,

And while I am not lonely

As my alter can so be

Conversing with myself - me,

Creating insane insanity.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Wednesday, 17 July 2024

A Salt Halt

The meek shall inherit the earth,

This is a beatitude of some worth,

Our Saviour was meek in behaviour

And sought it in others he did favour,

He taught to be meek you are the salt

Which is a preservative to duly halt

The rotting of your soul to unfold

Into the firry hell with a sad scold.

Being Christianly inclined you will find

That you are meek with an apt meekness

And not like none believers oh so reckless

With how they transgressively transgress.

So in essence save yourself with stealth

Storing up treasure of a heavenly nature.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

If Meek Then Keep

Who decides your decisions

And does this cause divisions,

Is your decision making stealth

Such as how to so spend wealth,

Then get a good grip on yourself

And be richly affluent in health,

As it is not nice to be dominated

Which can be a position hated.

I bleat to not be a lost sheep

As their is so much to reap

Such as a partner so meek

And as such one to so keep.

Try and sort out an affair

And don't care for a stare.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

I Am Laid Bare For You Clare

You are lovably lovable,

Your loving is amiable,

I to you am personable

And I am perfectly able

To bring to your table

For me to stay stable

And to not wear a label

Of being one of unstable.

Where are you now Clare,

You must know I still care,

My all is on a plate laid bare

So take a hard look and stare.

You no-longer have to beware

As my rationality is now fair.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Your Heat Does Not Deplete

It is you who I seek,

I am so a lost sheep ,

I will bleat and bleat

I love your hot heat

While under a sheet,

Memories to so keep

Of what I so did reap

Which was not bleak.

I love you deeply

And I so seek thee

To be with sad me

As we're heavenly.

With you I am happy

In tranquil tranquillity.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

In A Home Not Alone

My Mum means the World to me,

When I see her I'm happily happy,

She resides in a comfortable home

Where now she so does not groan,

As she is content as she can so be

And has Friends in her company,

She watches television all the while

Which puts on her face a big smile.

She is at the ripe age of eighty five

And she is still so very much alive,

She is missing her husband passed

And these memories will duly last.

I will seek to see her this very week

As my finances are now not so bleak.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Turn For The Better

I am now feeling so well

Not under a cursed spell

Of a mentality so grave

Where I did not behave,

I was irrational to myself

Suffering this ill-health,

I was prone to self-harm

Not being rationally calm.

I have regrettable regrets

Of all my hostile threats

Of a threatening behaviour

Of a psychotic endeavour.

I had to so weather a storm

About not being at a 'norm'.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Shocking Experience

My past caught up with me

From sharing my mentality,

Should I duly so remain free

All depends on my insanity.

I slapped a Friend in the face

Of which I now have disgrace

That I so beat myself up about

So riddled with mental doubt.

I was not my considerate-self

Suffering this damnable health,

I was suffering being delusional

And with it highly dysfunctional.

But now I am so very well,

Not suffering being in hell,

I am so at a sense of ease -

Being sane is now a breeze.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

My Precious Rose

My Mother is so my precious rose

Whose petals duly wrap around me,

So gone are many of the hurts in life

When she embraces me in her bloom.

From Eve's garden she grew,

Plucked by God's own hand,

An Angel in my loving eyes

So always watching over me.

Charmed with the brightest of colours

That Mother Nature could so nurture.

She is so a distant beautiful rainbow

In whose love I favourably flourish.

The sun will always shine on her

Illuminating her Motherly beauty,

Such beauty I hold nicely close

Be it duly so near or so far away.

Her stem will always stand firm

Supporting me in times of need,

So a pillar of wonderful strength

Aptly keeping me always upright.

My Mother is so my nice, precious rose

Whose thorns do not prickle but protect,

Entwined in her armour I face the World

To fall at no-one's bad feet but my own.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Monday, 15 July 2024

I Am Loud And Proud

My love is aptly sincere with sincerity,

Believe it with believable believability,

Duly ponder with wonder this revelation

That I write/type to a viewing delegation

With the intention to mention separation

Of me and also you through and through

Until you so release me from being blue

As my lovable loving love is just for you.

I miss you so much and always so have,

And to your new child I would be a dad

Which I hope would make you so glad,

But at the moment I am blue being sad.

Clare you are so the only person for me

And I am so saving all my love for thee.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Cloud Shroud So Loud

The Holy Trinity is within me,

I love all three happily happy,

The Spirit is God's telepathy

And is so uniquely spiritually

Acting and being Christianly,

So you can so boast the Host

As the spirit is the Holy Ghost

Holier with the most to so toast.

It is written in the book of Revelation

That our Lord will come back to Earth,

He will have all the Angels in delegation

And the whole World will sound a dirge.

Believe in the believable unbelievable

As all of our fates will be undeniable.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

They State I Relate

I have been so mad in the past,

Memories that hauntingly last,

I have so often been left aghast

What my voices put me through

Making me sad with being blue,

They have stated I'm reincarnated

And that they are Mother Nature

And the tormented torture I hated.

They have told me I am our Lord

And also that I was Adolf Hitler,

And while one abided by the sword

The other was a teacher and preacher.

I have been so scared and frightened

With a mental mentality heightened.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Miss Me Your Mister

I hope we can get back together,

My love will last for my forever,

In the sea we'll live for eternity

Both experiencing immortality

In a mass still acting Christianly

With God and Jesus spiritually

Inclined to love us both in-kind

As they will find we're sublime.

But at the moment you're not here

And I'm not there for you to care,

But I'll still raise cheer with beer

That you to me are so dear, Clare.

I hope that one day you will find

That you miss me too in your mind.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Eternally Immortal

We can experience immortality

As my love for you is eternally

Eternal for everyone to so see

With over 400 poems of thee

Written or typed posted by me,

And my love I hereby decree

Is a loving love that is lovably

Lovable as you are my memory.

I can reminisce our true bliss

Especially in your loving kiss,

And a hugging hug with love

With the emotion of devotion.

In an essence we made sense

As we loved with an appetence.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Telling Swelling

Are you so fruitful with your life

Being so loving to a loving wife

And experiencing all things nice,

Share your love with God above:

Many will so enter Heaven's gate

It is just our fate might be a wait

For a debate on hate or your trait.

Do we all enter God's purgatory,

I think we all go back to the sea

To be a sinking cell in some hell

So with others in this vast swell.

Do you feel sick and not so well

But you are alive to also so tell.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Sunday, 14 July 2024

A Bade Rant And Rave

You are attractive, pretty and beautiful,

When I was with you my life was fruitful,

I loved every inch of you and liked a handful,

You are the love of my life and I am so thankful,

I was devastated when we departed in departure,

I liked everything about you and your nature,

Could we again be an each-other together,

I am not insane now from having bipolar.

I think of how you are and reminisce,

I loved your touch particularly your kiss,

Which so had me in a state of blissful bliss,

It is your sweet-self who I ultimately miss.

I have so missed you for over a decade -

You so bade me farewell with a rave.

A poetic piece with an overall shaped, specific metre.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

It is a proven fact that we have roughly about six-billion psych cells in our bodies. I think that one of these psych cells drives the brain, and is in a male's sperm, one sperm, that conceives in a female womb. I think there is also another cell driving our subconscious, as the subconscious mostly abides by what the driving cell wants, but also has a mind of its own, such as creating dreams within us, and breathing for us (as we don't think to breathe the next breath after every heart beat).

Now it's logic that psych cells have video memory, and here's an example: we are born looking different to every other member of our communities. And to evolve, psych cells must have video memory to change within us what needs to be changed. I think, need, want, will and fear shape our evolutionary process. When we are asleep, are our psych cells thinking in a mass? Mapping out our evolutionary course, etc. Do they work better when we are asleep, such as distributing the right food and drink intake appropriately within our bodies? So it might be better suited to eat your main meal before bed time.

Do our psych cells live on after our bodies die? Our bodies are approximately sixty percent water, and you might conceive that psych cells are mostly of the substance 'water', it might also be their television screen. And most, if not all, water travels back to the sea, so are our psych cells living on, and eventually, in some point in time, travelling back to the sea? So is the sea inundated with the whole of our history here on Earth, with cells living on forever, or until our sun dies, then they'll be frozen. So in essence, you, or the psych cell driving your brain, might live forever back in the sea?

I hope a lot of what I have stated, or related, or sated your intellect , makes sense with your ability to think things through yourself? But bare in mind, it is only a theory at this present of times.

Thanks for visiting and listening to my theorising of pondering and wondering about what might be prevailing plain-sailing with philanthropy philosophy.

PS. Does getting cremated kill our psych cells dead, and ruin your stead with what is ahead? Just a thought.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Ice The Price

Lightening is electrifying,

Clouds are consuming,

A strike can be a large bite

With our flourishing,

All life is solar powered

And this is devoured.

Gas is also in a cloud,

Thunder can cry out loud,

It comes from the sea

Evaporating comfortably,

As a thunder storm

Breaks the norm of calm.

I think electricity is a gas,

We need both to last,

As food has both within

So put them both in

Your appetite with might

As they're out of sight.

We need a balance of both,

So be a good host

Serving up the most boast

As what can be toast

Is gas depleting in the heat

While cooking meat.

It is so plaintively obvious there must be gas in clouds, as just a bowl of rain water is a heavy weight, and it can pour for hours with showers over a vast scale of land.

Clouds must be made of salt, as that is one of the main ingredients in the sea, and clouds are formed from the sea, evaporating into clouds. And clouds contain a vast amount of electricity, which can rain down in the form of lightening, or stay stagnant in clouds.

Now, I think that both gas and electricity serve a purpose, as in our bodies needing these elements to function. Perhaps they are in a cell, that doesn't give us a shock, a robot cell if you like, and these cells are pierced in the stomach to release these fundamental elements for sustaining our lives.

This is just a theory, as I don't have the means to investigate further. But is cancer and dementia not getting the right balance of both gas and electricity inside of you?

I think when we heat water up, or cook food, this evaporates most of the gas from the products you are heating up or cooking? So I advise that you drink lots of spring water, and try not to cook everything that you eat - lots of fruit would suffice, and it's nice, to not pay the price of ending up ice, in a mortuary!

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

The Tide's Ride

The moon is in full bloom,

Is the turning tide its pride,

As it so is a gravity travesty

That it can defy a sensibility.

The earth is flat was a rap

In our history taking a nap,

As this was so proved crap

When we discovered a map.

The earth spinning is a tiding

Of spell binding of a finding -

As it is logic the moon's pull

Is so dull so be unbelievable.

It is logic the moon has hardly any gravitational pull, which was evidenced with the moon landings (as Neil Armstrong wore boots that were weighted). I think the earth spinning around controls the tides. Have you ever noticed, during the day time, when the moon is on the other side of the planet, we can still have a high tide?

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Pleasantry Can Be Heavenly

Are you a lover of each-other

As we are all a brethren Brother

In the essence of our Saviour

Who preached this behaviour

So you so wouldn't be graver

With a kind-hearted neighbour

Who you might so now savour

So not waver with misbehaviour.

Treat everyone with a deep respect

And don't treat them with neglect,

We are all duly in this life together

So be understanding of each-other.

Most of us are loving our Mother

So be a lover of a Brethren Brother.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Refrain From This Pain

If your lover sleeps with another

You are aggrieved being deceived

And can go on with not much fun

As it can be daunting this haunting

That you find plays on your mind,

So much so that it does duly grow

And what trust you had is now bad

Which can eat you up this fuck-up.

In an essence you can live in pretence

Without the sense to now sit on a fence

As it is an expense of your appetence

That can waver a lover not in favour

With having behaviour oh so graver,

Then try to learn to forgive to discern

What it is you crave, not being naive

To conceive that you want to believe

That the pain you don't want again

Will be a restrain with a new abstain.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Saturday, 13 July 2024

A Council Prison

Are you in a deep snooze

To think who's is who's,

If it is so not your bruise

You so think to so cruise

In a wait accepting fate

As it is so not your date,

Well hold on and so wait

As it can be a late debate.

Please have a long stare

At what others so beware,

Raise your voice to care

About the Council lair.

So many are undesirable

To those that can be able.

I Was Class At A Mass

I stammer with a stutter,

I can mumble and mutter,

I raise my voice to shout

So being heard with clout.

Most of the time I'm clear

With my near and also dear,

I speak fluently, coherently

And it seems intellectually.

I used to do the reading in the Chapel,

I read so articulately when I was well,

I loved reading from the Holy Scripture

Emulating our Saviour with apt fervour.

I used to go to the Catholic Mass Saturday

Then the Church Of England on a Sunday.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Class Not Brass

Are you seeing clearly,

Or is your sight obscure,

Is your insight nearly

Or are you quite sure.

Look before you leap,

Dip your toe in water,

Have an eye so deep

And mountain higher.

A visionary hindsight

Should be in our sight,

From a past fast gripe

Of seeing with a might.

Wear magnifying glasses

To see clearly the Lasses

Making your apt passes

But don't go with Brasses.

Please note, a 'Brass', here in the UK is indicative of a prostitute.

Life Rife With Strife

Mother Nature loves all creatures,

We are so all her creative creations,

Are you blessed with having features

That are pretty, handsome attractions.

Or are you blessed with Her so much less,

If you are then try not to stressfully stress

As internally you can still be at Her best

Not conforming to Her sinful transgress.

Most creatures look so similarly the same,

But they are attracted to each other's nature,

Such as a pride of lionesses liking the mane

With the biggest frame to so nurture a litter.

Life is amazing, and some insects are Viviparus,

Which means they can so give birth without sex,

They so have to do without an interactive need -

So heed that they don't have to mate to breed.

Evolving life has seen a lot of mighty strife,

Such as hostile men taking a slave for a wife,

In a time when raping was rife in much fruition

Without laws to abide to an apt lawful institution.

To Be Or Not To Be

Is Mother Nature appreciative to loves?

She reaps the strong wind to spread the seed

Without some thought of interactive need -

Striving life so flourishes without her hugs.

Is Mother Nature careless in generosity?

All beauty is inclusive from deep within

Not conforming to hers and societies sin -

Mindful eyes are devoid of this hypocrisy.

Is Mother Nature favourable to our greed?

Does she blossom our prairies of grain gripe

Out of season from third world sight plight -

Assisting the massacre of the humble weed.

Is Mother Nature conscious to the unconscious?

Are you blessed with her proud grazing caress,

Or are you under needless disrespectful duress -

Live and love life with her equality regardless.

I Am A Believer

'I'm a believer, hear, have faith,

All rise, praise creator god DNA,

Come and fit in, take your place,

Democratically so have your say.'

"Will DNA change the genes in my sacks,

As an asthmatic diabetic should I breed,

Our odd visions are needles in haystacks,

I am its damaged goods - bleed this creed."

'My god can't talk, so I'll aptly reply,

See light, you're still alive and sane,

Just think ahead, soon you will die

A death of ecstasy - relief of pain.'

"But I don't want to pass and leave,

I love my Family, I am so not done."

'It is near time for them to so grieve,

Accept your fate, god's in your Son.'

"I'm his Son, why just DNA forever,

Are we just vessels, part of a herd."

'Listen, we are al in this life together,

Disregard negativity, spread the word.'

"What word, you are both a mad enigma,

DNA has designed mad and bad and sad,

Inadvertently it has created its own stigma

Of being a terrible guardian, Mum and Dad."

'Are we not the best species here on Earth,

Do elephants grow food and build a fence,

Humans have dominantly proven their worth

Mastering reason, logic and common sense.'

"This may be so, but who knows the mind,

Are elephants stupid for not having any tools,

And ages gone, has DNA really been kind

By breeding low IQ's and intelligent fools."

'Listen Friend, and take good noticeable greed

Of applying will, want, fear and need to yourself

As god DNA takes notice of this, and will heed

In time to come your descendant's good health.'

Sane And Able But Banished

My pains in life are so 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 also blesses.

Blessed me with little or no will

As I am a puppet being mastered,

Preordained with sad mighty skill

By a Biblical Fatherless bastard.

Strong words I regrettably know

Will ruffle so a few dove feathers,

But hardship runs so terribly slow -

A canter of my mad endeavours.

Yes I drank and was a sad drunk

But it did not numb the mad pain,

Like a wounded ship I deeply 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

Of 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 so write my last chapter

Would an understanding Lady unfold,

And would we live happily ever after

As my greatest love story ever told.

This poem denotes mental illness. The phrase 'Biblical Fatherless bastard' in the last line of the third stanza is indicative of the Devil.

Friday, 12 July 2024

Your Hype Of My Write

Is your love-life dire

Or is the heat on fire

With desiring desire.

I hope you are well

And living in swell

And not in hot hell.

I will have a cool beer

And raise to you cheer

My followers so dear.

I appreciate you viewing

Of what it is I am typing

For you to be enjoying.

Lots are from Hong Kong,

Thank you for your belong

And in my viewing throng.

Most are from America

And some are from China

I say welcome to all of ya.

A mass are from the UK,

I hope you like my 'say'

When you so visit today.

Many are just labelled 'other',

Thanks my Sister or Brother

Of my poems being a lover.

Thank you for being pious

Appreciating I am religious

Of my poems about Jesus.

I also love Mother Nature,

I hope it is in your favour

This typing of behaviour.

I write about my ex Clare,

Of which I lay myself bare,

Of which I hope you care.

In an essence I say a 'thank you',

For visiting my pieces to pursue

With every visit a poem that's new.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Weather At A Tether

Do you now remember

When it was December

In the midst of Winter

When snowy weather

Had you so at a tether

As it was so so graver,

And also it was wetter

With the rain's batter:

I'm so glad it's Summer

While it is so so hotter -

So, so very much better

While we are so happier.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

Hay You

Know the author's mind

Before you judgingly find

Ambivalent sign.

Nature has to breed

Where there's a will and need,

It all grows from seed.

But seed gives new life

From hellish celibate strife

From an experience rife.

Power pearl's river

Is for both coming shiver -

Devotion hither.

Sexually love -

A reiterating shove

From all the above.

Here are five haiku's that follow on from each other. The title rhymes with 'haiku'. The hint of a season in the first haiku is the season in which is when Lent is within the Christian faith, which is within the word 'ambivalent', so is in Spring. The other hints are plaintively clear.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.

A Star Afar

Do you gaze at a star

So longing from afar,

Then leave hope ajar

By being who you are.

A fan who willingly

Has a sensible ability

To entice being nice

Paying the dear price

Of a ticket to so see

The star of likeability

Who might like thee.

Being loud in a crowd

You can feel so proud

To stand out with clout

That they pick you out.

A Trend Of Amend

I like to think that you are nice,

And to others likewise to entice,

As we are all sisters and brothers

And most of us are loving lovers,

So try to be the best you can be

Teaching others to have sensitivity

With an upstanding motion morality,

As to be politically assured mentally.

Some of us need the right guidance

As a leader can be of a significance

To so influence the right adherence

For to respect any of an appearance

With a deliverance of appeasement

Aggreement for an apt amendment.

A Burning Dire

Have you ever been on fire

With your power of desire,

Making decisions of choice

And not raising your voice

Barking out sensible order

Within ranks of disorder,

A terrible way to sadly go

If your thinking is so slow.

You can tire when running

So feeling fatigue sweating,

Thinking so conservatively

Of your bodies apt ability.

Undeniably have apt sense

By not feeling so very tense.

Not Poor In Awe

Of Mother Nature I am in awe,

I wonder in wondering wonder

At her displaying her splendour

In nature that she does nurture

With fervour in all of our favour,

As we deplete to eat in a hunger

For a thirst of not going so under

That at a later age we all ponder.

Mother Nature sounds in thunder

Distributing the clouds on yonder

To rain down on us as we wander

That many of us so do not gander.

You Sacked Me

One thing I do lack

Is having you back,

You're being slack

Not back on track,

In me you can hack

Reminiscing a sack,

You have the knack

Of seeing me intact.

Expressed in a verse

I have rhymed time,

With pieces not terse

Of you being mine.

Come back to myself

As I'm now in health.

Believe My Believing Believable Believability

I have expressed in rhyme

Time after time after time

That it is you who I pine,

I so want you to be mine

And if so, you will find

I am now of a sane mind,

And if you are as so kind

You wont leave me behind.

Do believe my believability

As I am honest with honesty,

And I'm sincere with sincerity:

I'm now sanely sane with sanity.

With you I experienced a vanity -

I was proud of you being with me.

Who Will She Be

I am so pining for a Lady

Treating me respectfully,

I am passionately inclined

To a Honey who is refined,

I hope she'll act Christianly

To share with me sensibility

Of being meek, and to care

About being a generous pair.

Who is so searching for me

Looking for companionship

So within a loving courtship

That offers some positivity.

I like a nice Lady to impress

By wearing a beautiful dress.

Coming To Be With Me

Will my next Partner

Have a pleasant nature,

And will she nurture

Loving love from me

So we can both so be

Happily happy in glee.

She'll respectfully see

I have sincere sincerity.

I am patiently waiting

For apt romantic dating,

I would be a gentleman

Hoping she'd be a fan.

She would come to find

I'm Christianly inclined.

Thursday, 11 July 2024

Missing You My Miss

I love you oh so much,

But you don't keep in-touch,

With you I had trust.

I miss you terribly so,

My love for you does grow,

I would like you in tow.

I liked our time together,

Memories to last my forever,

I'm sorry we did sever.

We were good as a pair,

I still do passionately care,

Where are you Clare.

I really liked your touch,

You were my fix hit of a rush

Which you did push.

With you I wasn't weary,

I was always cheerily cheery,

We liked to get merry.

I'd like to see you again

To take away all of my pain -

So try not to restrain.

Birds Of A Tether

They say:

Birds of a feather flock together.

They also say:

Kill two birds with one stone.

But I say:

Help two birds with one will.

And while some birds

May be at a sad tether,

With some loving words

They can feel so better.

Some birds are on a platter

And can be a hearty starter,

Some can be the brunt roast

That males can have a boast.

Treat your bird with kindness,

Be mindful of her cheeriness,

And try not to sadly transgress

As you are not being your best.

Let your bird be loudly heard

Unless she is so being absurd,

Treat her aptly with true respect

And with this don't show neglect.

A Score To Implore More

Stretch your arms up high

And duly try to stay supple,

Being agile is so very nigh

With hustle and also bustle

Of why deny scoring a try

With some apt large muscle,

We have bodies that can sigh

With a bad, hardened tackle.

You might so have a saving grace

Of being able to run at a fast pace,

Being able to show face in place

Of showing a shame of being lame.

If your look after yourself in health

This can be your affluence wealth.

Deplete The Heat

Do you turn up the heat

When looking for a deal,

Some shops sell a steal

Such as quite cheap meat,

But what is for the chop

Is the over-priced shop,

As they are closing down

With an addressing frown.

We frown upon measures

As overpricing endeavours,

As they are ripping you off

Charging you way too much.

We can all scoff at a sad Toff

Who is gravely out of touch.

Kind In-Kind

God is almighty in stature,

He aptly has a caring nature,

He's a love for every creature

As we're all a Sister or Brother.

We all live in God's creation,

Every person in every Nation,

But some live in segregation -

Many live on a meagre ration.

Are you so charitably giving

As so many in life are losing

From a sad Tyrants bruising

That they need kind nursing.

Being Christianly inclined

Is loving our Lord in- kind

To so have a peace of mind

To live heavenly you'll find.

No Way To Play

The weather is grim,

It is cloudy and dim,

I am going to stay in.

We are cursed today,

God is having his way

Of an outside decay.

I will keep busy inside,

Where I'll abide to hide

Keeping from outside.

I like it when it is shining,

The hot sun I am so pining

But today it is not abiding.

Nature is so having its way,

Sustaining life in its apt play

Of being ripe this very day.

Thoughts Not Ought's

I have just got out of my bed,

I was laying in it like dry lead,

With a heavy load on my mind -

As I wear a yoke on my neck

That is burdened with my time

Locked away in a state of wreck

That I now fret with some regret

As I was not my considerate-self

Suffering with suicidal ill-health.

Being in disguise with this guise

I wasn't wise, so I got hospitalised,

But now I refrain from this ill-gain

As I understand the pain of insane

And being crazily crazy in insanity

Which back then was my destiny.

But I am alive and live to so say

That back then I rotted in decay,

But now I am not ill from a pill.

Wednesday, 10 July 2024

At Odds

I have been to see the Shrink, where it makes you think of role playing, and acting the part without a bite or bark, as the frustration of negation in partaking in understanding the demanding time of the psychiatrist and his patience with adherence of my deliverance of intellectual perseverance in argument against his skills at dishing out pills to my detrimental-ills - and as I slumber, thunder, under the spell of a negative hell, I wonder and ponder as to what lays on yonder.

A Blessing Not Stressing

My nice, psychiatric Nurse

I aptly no-longer have to see

As I am not under a mad curse

Suffering behaving mentally.

I am sanely sane for all to see

Especially my loving family,

They are very pleased with me

Experiencing psychotic sanity.

I was ill for thirty odd years

Expressing my insane fears

To whoever had ears to hear -

Especially my near-and-dear.

I am making great progress

With my meds being so less.

A Turn For The Worst

Be careful of the deceit with new people you might meet,

And so scrutinise to memorise misconceptions to theorise,

And while you ponder in wonder, think what lays on yonder,

As they can seem to cheer to adhere to their wants and spoils;

Be careful as you bend to mend their directions, as perceptions

Can be misinterpreted, and fears can lead to tears as you close-up,

And scores of engagements can lead to saddened new arrangements

Of not trusting and to personally suffer this life in the insane gutter.

Wisely befriend, and follow your trend without bend to send you

With a knowledgeable insight that they might help you in a fight,

And they can share a gripe of what you have in your seeing-sight.

A Mule A Fool

A donkey is a mule

Treated like a fool,

Carrying a sad yoke

That might choke.

Some owners are broke

And do not ever stroke,

Instead they do stick poke

Which does so provoke.

Love your pet so lovingly

And so have a sensitivity

Of their workload hardship

If they are not so very fit -

And don't ever use a whip.

We need to have empathy

For a hardworking donkey.

Being Carefully Careful

I so love you still,

Even though it's been a while,

When I was so ill

You put on my face a smile,

I was so happy

In your pleasant company,

Never unhappy

As I lovingly loved thee,

Your very kind

That you healed my mind,

I was so blind

Not fully seeing yourself -

You were in stealth,

But you'll find

That I'm now in good health

And I still care

With my all in all laid bare.

Partners In Time

Mother Nature is maternally motherly,

She dotes on all of us - her close family,

We are all her childish children eternally

Until we go to God who acts paternally

With the sensibility of being heavenly,

We should all strive to have the ability

To be like our Lord acting Christianly -

We all have a vulnerable vulnerability.

Mother Nature is in essence God's partner,

And with her spiritual guidance we strive,

She nurtures life into rife with her nature

And we are all like buzzing bees in a hive.

Appreciate you are alive, and live your life

With little strife to a partner, husband, wife.

Evil Devil

A lost soul entered Hell's gate,

The devil said, 'meet your fate,

Not a minute too late your date

With me your worst nightmare

As all your sinning is laid bare,

So welcome to your firry pit

From all your giving out shit

So trip in my heat that'll be hot.'

The lost soul reminisced his past,

He thought of his victim's aghast

At his unruly. transgressing sinning

That on hindsight he was regretting.

He deserved this Karma he thought

But nevertheless heaven he sought.

Tuesday, 9 July 2024

Mr Puddle

Excuse me Mr Puddle,

I am all in a muddle,

I looked down to see

And saw you were me.

How can this be

When I am me,

I looked again,

Still the same.

I so pulled a funny face

And it took your place,

I poked a curious finger

Where yours did linger.

You are a copycat,

I do not like that,

Everything I do

You are doing too.

You just do not care

That I do not share,

Please stop it I say

Or I will go away.

I am going to tell my mum

What you have just done,

And I will not say goodbye

As you have made me cry.

*********************

I am now back Mr Puddle

And I am not in a muddle,

I looked down again to see

And know why you are me.

You came from a big cloud

Which thundered very loud,

And it struck down lightening

That was really frightening.

Down comes the pouring rain,

Drop and drip, again and again,

Lots of these drips can cuddle

To form into a garden puddle.

You replay me where I am seen

Just like our television screen,

But my reflection is my own

And I will take it back home.

*************************

Mr Puddle you made me cry,

So I will jump high in the sky

And fall down again and again

To land on you like lots of rain.

Thud, splash, dash and fun,

You spray like a water gun,

Ha, ha, it serves you right

For provoking me to fight.

I am going to fib and pretend

That you were my wet friend,

So I will tell my angry Mum

That you also had lots of fun.

I will now say goodbye

And look up to the sky,

Next time there is rain

We might play again.

A Dishy Dish Served

I am cooking a lasagne for tea,

It is a very tasty dish from Italy,

I state I am so cooking for four -

I enjoy cooking so it's not a chore,

I am also cooking garlic bread

So it should have us all well fed,

I will look forward to the finish

As we are all so very famished.

I also like a pasta dishy dish,

I like mixing it with tuna-fish,

Pasta you can cook with ease -

I like it sprinkled with cheese.

I am sure I will be appreciated

When the lasagne is depleted.

A Wet Regret

I have just been caught out in the rain,

I so got swamped by it again and again,

It was chucking it, I was in the thick of it,

I got a godly good soaking, like a baptism -

In the making of forsaking all of the shit

That is far from a hit of heroin heroism,

As you've got to be brave to miss behave

Which might ultimately lead you to a grave.

I got side-tracked, now I am back with it,

The rain can be a pain you want to abstain

Again and again with refrain in your name

Of not liking or taking the weather's shit.

I have just got changed into clothes dryer

Than the outfit I had on that was so wetter.

Throughout The Ages In Pages

I am broken in two loving you,

I am indecisive to play or stay,

Why is it that I feel so so blue

When my loving love is true,

But I can't hold on for forever

Hoping we might get together -

Or are we stricken to stay a sever

Never again to be an 'each-other'.

My loving love is still so loving you,

I so can't stop this pursuing choosing,

It is just so aptly in my nature through

And through - you are mesmerising.

I sing your praises throughout ages

That are so expressed in 400 pages.

Unkind Mind

Medication is so unkind as the side-effects can play

In you body and mind to make yourself sadly sway -

I wrestle in restlessness and grapple with my sanity,

But I'm full of hopefulness to remain hospital free:

At times I lose my senses and can become delusional

With lots of pretences of being extremely paranormal;

I've different alter characters that play a different game

With seriousness mad natures so similarly the same.

The psychotic memories are many with a violent few

With sorrows to nurture and forgiveness to so pursue.

Wondering In Wonder

I can wonder in wondering wonderment,

But I am so never full with full fulfilment,

And as I ponder with pondering ponder

I wonder what is fulfilling my pondering.

I analyse and theorise and also wonder

What our life has to offer with suffering

Being in our existence with persistence

As many in our world suffer in silence.

Who has a care - I do, and so many others

Who treat others like sisters and brothers,

As most of us have loving fathers, mothers,

And most adults have been loving lovers.

Being and acting Christianly is heavenly

As most, if not all, always give to charity.

I Am Me

Wondering of a release from wandering with a pace

And what expectations I might ultimately have to face,

But an understanding of this unhappy,, conceptual reality

Is soon to be, as I am duly soon to be released to be free.

And what stresses me is to beware a stare from others

With neglectful misconceptions from loving lovers,

As to have loved another is to know feelings of care

And to be neglectful with this needs a hostile glare.

But I will restrain from this insane ill-gain

As I am tame and like honour in my name,

As I am gentlemanly, and speak pleasantries

Regardless of these patronising negativities.

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