Stuart Miller-Osborne

A tired tramp steamer Will pass under a huge bridge There will be no record Of her invisible voyage

She had eyes so deep That it seemed That she had lived Twenty Different Lifetimes

I was the pride of the Siberian Army A flashing blade full of honour Lives were lost on the Ice Farms

Rows of forgotten crosses bleached white An epic poem written with a blind pen The music of haunted mountains

When I was in the town yesterday I met Valerie from Specsavers She was wearing a white tee shirt It read Free Ramsgate I drew her attention to this error As to the best of my knowledge There was only one Ramsgate Silly Boy

Three rabbits crossed the road And were run over by three cars My question is how many rabbits Crossed the road on that fateful morning

My pretty white villa Had been requisitioned By the friendly officers They had left their own frescoes On the smooth concert walls And even all these years later I could hear the music of the sea

I was sitting on a concrete deck Which had once housed A loathsome weapon Although the morning was calm Its history irritated the sea

Jane was wearing navy blue shorts And a nothing there vest Which showed her sleepy nipples The gazebo was moving gently In the warm morning breeze Erotic Poems of Summer

Jane sunbathed in front Of our white washed villa Blue reflected by an inland sea Erotic Poems of Summer