Winter Blues

The wailing winter wind that blows a gale

Sweeps like a brittle brush scouring the land,

Rendering the autumn forests frail

And anything else that comes at hand. 

At the helm is Jack Frost, fearless and brave,

Advancing behind him a force of snow and hail;

Some of the elderly will come nearer to their grave –

Soon to be just a photograph, a memory, a tale. 

Outside the window there’s a tap,

Old Jack is back.

England groans at that familiar sound

And falls down on her knees. 

Like a light which takes away the dark,

What we knew before has now grown stark,

Good on the eye but cold on the feet –

Autumn’s goodbye as winter we meet. 

Tap, tap, tap –

Old Jack is back.

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

 

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Shakira

Golden locks draw you in to a focal point smile, that spreads wide with a pride

Of conversing charitable needs; and rightly and justly so, with insight to know

That to aptly teach wisdom of a morality of standing is noble and honourable,

And to have an understanding attitude brings gratitude from masses of classes. 

Small in height, but large in stature, with hips that shake and sway in a way

To capture your attention, with the intention of marketing her tuneful singing,

But with a mind to aptly share, with a care for others as sisters and brothers,

As to be Christianly is Godly, and to offer a hand in her homeland is grand. 

A figure to desire, and a must is to lust as she is sultrily sexy,

But her charms are alms in visionary sight, as she aids the plight

Of Columbian gripe, that can be out of sight, but heed her need

To feed those less fortunate without the greed of sowing seed. 

© Andrew Stevenson 20/2/14 

This poem is about Shakira, the pop singer, who is very charitable in her homeland.

 

A re-edited piece.

 

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Blue With Flu

I’ve been ill for a week

Suffering from the flu,

I was feeling very blue –

Sadly lethargically weak.

Hobbies I couldn’t pursue

As I wrestled to aptly keep

My concentration so bleak

While sweating in my sheet. 

I still had to brave the weather

Walking my pet dog Sadie. 

Gladly I am now much better

And am feeling happily happy. 

Many get sick during cold winter

With many bugs floating freely. 

© Andrew Stevenson 05/03/2018

 

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Regardless

Pick up your army gun and go and fight,

Use your whit and grit with all of your might,

Use your rank as cover and take refuge at the back,

Let lesser morsels explore the bomb beaten track. 

Victims of terror, pawns in a political game,

With many now sadly being mentally insane,

As to explore no man’s land is a shaking fear,

With raining explosions booming in your ear. 

Boldly marching on, breaking the frozen puddles,

Bitter cold biting, sending your senses in muddles,

And to be brave by soldiering on under the sun –

A comfort to cling to while facing what’s to come. 

Gruesome death, dismembered limbs flying,

Soldiers painstakingly trying to aid the dying,

Disorder, chaos at the front, shooting and stabbing

Slipping, hiding, taking cover while manoeuvring. 

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

 

A re-edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.