Bertie found a Cor Stone On the beach Which surprised him As his local beach Was not known For its Cor Stones

Katie Hops walks to skool Katie Walks hops to skool Katie does not attend skool As she is a character In this rather odd poem

When one walks along shallow lanes Each butterfly seems to follow you They are share their beauty without caution Eric Polly Why have you such a silly surname Sands is not a silly name Indeed it is quite common Eric Polly I agree that butterflies are beautiful creatures Yet you never see ugly butterflies People […]

just a shirt her lovers shirt fading night perfumes enrich her dreams erotic poems of summer

my breasts the night air my dreams erotic poems of summer

dawn wakes with dawn just hours earlier she undressed for bed the air humid is morning pale but not bitter erotic poems of summer

All colours faint were bold The sky was warm to the touch I could taste a distinct silence Walk2Walk2Walk2Walk6 Todaywasararedaytropicalnight All my thoughts travel and then return Thisisanendlesssummer

Many years ago we were enemies But now we are brothers You relax on the beaches Where your fathers Might have died There are still traces Of our resistance Which were never used They are now almost invisible As they fade into time Stephen Masefield (1954-1973)

The sun is shining The bells are ringing The air is kind On days such as these Oxford glows

For many years the story haunted me It would have haunted any poet That is why I was so angry with France When I watched a recording Of the opening ceremony of the Olympics Whilst staying with my mother in Oxford It was appalling and worse still incredibly offensive Joe