Stuart Miller-Osborne

My grandfather founded One of the worlds great banks His name was Richard Holmes He arrived in the USA on the SS April Jane And within thirty years Was the head of the bank That carried his memorable name But he never forgot his Scottish roots And for many years he had a ship in…

Calerie and I had lived in our apartment For just over two years We shared a balcony with number 86 Which was very lightly used Until a blonde girl from New Zealand Moved in with her pet cat It appeared that the apartment Was owned by Alison’s older brother He had planned to sell it…

I was due to meet you in La Defense But you did not show up So I rang Maria who was nearby I had been given tickets To climb the Grande Arche But I am terrified of heights So I asked Maria to bring a friend Whist they were exploring the high arch You rang…

Which is not In itself A bad habit But what shocks me Is that Tracey Is a nun A real life nun Who lives with other nuns In a large building With nice windows She also goes commando On hot summer days I did not believe this confession Until she lifted her habit And showed…

Like her elder sister June had been an ideal time To listen to Dinner Jazz Who was the more outgoing Of the Spencer twins And by far the better cook

It was not uncommon to find Jane Sunbathing topless in our secluded garden It was a relaxing and natural occupation Normally if the doorbell rang My wife would grab a loose shirt And then answer the door It was a tested and reliable formula But on this occasion it failed As Jane was listening to…

I have always found That cinemas in lighthouses Show well rounded films This pleases me

I speak to God in many different ways Sometimes in my dreams on hot summer nights Or as I disentangle his lost angels From the patterns of trees that touch The many cinemas in my small home town

After many years of being friends Alice and I became lovers I remember running my finger Down her beautiful spine And tracing her soft contours With my eyes tightly closed Erotic Poems of Summer (2026)

You were wearing your white petticoat When I visited you yesterday afternoon I could see that you were quite naked Beneath the respectability of your garment A gift of the light or a fleeting shadow This is what I found so deeply erotic Erotic Poems of Summer (2026)