Stuart Miller-Osborne

1 I woke up in the back seat of a car It was dark and I was unable To comprehend where I actually was The deep red leather seats Were occasionally illuminated As other vehicles passed by 2 That was the limit Of my consciousness I was on the very edge Of what I understood

Natalie is not in my eyes There is nothing truthful In that association I do not know a Natalie I have never known a Natalie Natalie is not behind my eyes

I often watch you slowly Swimming naked in the sea This affords me a great pleasure  However due to the conditions  Of the coastal stream lights  I often see three Christines Beneath the glass surfaces Of the summer waves Erotic Poems of Summer (2026)

Je rêve d’étés français I Dream of French Summers Des fleurs touchées par de simples croix Flowers touched by simple crosses Dans le silence des après-midi In the silence of the afternoons

I am just an ordinary person Who sees things that others cannot see My eyes are quite normal  Although I am totally blind  This is the accepted explanation

La mer Le soleil La plage Été bleu Oiseaux marins Sable blanc Yachts à voiles blanches Sirènes Poissons argentés

she lives on a neighbouring farm a dairy farm which also sells cheese yoghurts and other related fancies my father owns a number of wheat fields which turn golden as the year matures we are due to be wed under the bells of st triticum on the last day of the summer fair

What is this recession in the field It used to be a swimming hole Before the river dried up I used to swim there But you cannot swim Ana I can swim like a silver fish What clouds your memory of me

He was in this part of the county For little more that eight years Nobody knew where he had come from Or his name outside of Tom Robb He was very interested in language And the many dialects he found But never collected his works He wrote poems for special occasions Such as birthdays weddings […]

Your light is bright I can see you clearly From my apartment Please wave to me As I need to know That you are okay