Stuart Miller-Osborne

I had travelled to Glastonbury /With my cousin Amelia Anne She sat with me on the Tor /We shared a sandwich It was then I noticed /That her cheeks were exposed I did not tell Amelia Anne /As it was not my place Her accidental exposure/ Was of such small importance Erotic Poems of Summer

I adjusted my filters for maximum effect Whilst waiting for the moon to appear

There were a number of people on the beach All looking out to sea and following the sky Fires were lit as the skies slowly darkened Which glowed like false beacons far ashore

Recently I found a poem That I had written at High School I was aged about twelve The previous month I had stolen and lost A worthless prayer book For which I was later punished I had left it carelessly on a beach And it was swept out by the tide It was autumn and…

Paris Plage Summer 2025 Myra worked nearby Theo was passing through Yet he noticed the petite girl And later returned to the bar That is how it all began

Jerome has lived in France since he was a child Even though he is English by birth His parents own a piano gallery Which is opposite the railway station When he was fourteen a goods train derailed And caused considerable damage to the station Some of which has not been fully repaired The grand entrance…

My father kept trams as pets He walked them twice a day I could see the biggest tram From my bedroom window It was named Melbourne Ales

I can still remember the Walls trams in Blackpool There was just something friendly about them You thought of ice creams even on windy days When coats were were the most sensible choice

The railway station in Crewe is rather large My Hornby model is rather small It consists of a single building With eight windows four doors And two rather tall chimneys The only thing it has in common With the real life station Are the number of advertisements That one can find with ease

Gloria lays naked on the bed Robert is leaving She is still aching The day is some hours away When he goes She will fall asleep