Stuart Miller-Osborne

Today is the most English of days The day of St George and Shakespeare It is an axis between Spring and Summer April is such an inconsistent month Both soft and raw in equal measure That is what makes it so interesting A.G. Rouse (1928)

Fist of all and I hope that this helps you I have taken my detail from The Penguin Book of Haiku These are not my own thoughts Although I do share them Haiku was the collaborative act Of instantaneous and contingent refiguring Not unlike a jam session of improvisational jazz I tend to find Haiku…

The migrant birds have returned With amazing stories to tell They will be on the beach later today Entry is free with supper provided

I saw some beautiful clouds today Resting on a south westerly breeze Deal 22/4/25

I absolutely hate Joe I really hate him I purchased some tickets for the Arsenal game But he turned his nose up at them Such is his contempt for women’s football He thinks it is not real football Just a bunch of dykes kicking a ball He is a typical toxic man in a woman’s…

We are sitting on the Spanish Steps Waiting for the museum to open It is slightly cool at present Although the sun is warming the air You are reading a small poetry book Twenty Poems about Trees With a light smile on your lips I ask the reason for your humour You whisper into my…

And this is where my roses Will be planted in a month or so I do love roses so very much What will occupy this favoured position That is where my bedding plants Will display their fragrant colours Thank you for showing me Your wonderful garden Amelia It was my pleasure Sorry but I did…

Lucy used to choose her boyfriends with care If she did make a mistake then I would step in And sort the mess out sometimes violently This caused me to be arrested on a couple of occasions But then she discovered midgets both male and female And started fucking them with little or no care…

During the height of our passion Clem and I would sit in adjacent chairs We would then pleasure each other Until exhaustion overtook our sins I always placed a large mirror Opposite our erotic station As we both wanted to appreciate The journey as well as our destination Erotic Poems of Summer

It was not my birthday yesterday And I received some lovely gifts One was a small water colour Of a becalmed yacht shining On a painted ocean near a painted sea I have hung it on a wall In the middle of my garden Near the faux foster frees Another gift was a thin volume…