Stuart Miller-Osborne

Of all the bus shelters in the world This was by far the most remote It was surrounded by white swirling mists Which were illuminated by its neon colours No buses had ever called at this stop It was not designed for the purpose I was not alone as a featureless woman Was sitting next […]

My name is Port Arthur I have plans to become a writer But at present I am unattached Because I am tall and ginger with spots This for some reason is unattractive I am attracted to girls with raven eyes As they are so expressive and feminine And here lies a sad tale As I […]

On the final day of the summer I spotted a naked girl on the beach She had recently married a seashell So that she might listen to the sea During the stormy and brittle months Erotic Poems of Summer

The dull city pavements Were covered in leaves Yet the trees were still full In the late September heat

I have always considered myself lucky As I have spent some time in Finland It seems such a clean sensible country I share saunas with my friends Swim and enjoy the fresh countryside As part of my profession I have travelled widely But Finland is my favourite country by far I live with Valerie a […]

Its erotic nun was quite splendid As she fed the rapacious gulls

I was given a semaphore watch on my first visit to Dreamland It was the first six sided watch that I had ever received The Gatsby hands were silver narrow and very impressive This was by far my most treasured gift

I was three weeks older than Janet Jones She was the girl next door Literally the girl next door I lived at sixteen and Janet at eighteen Ash Burton Avenue We were great friends But that is where the attraction ended Nothing was romantic We were like brother and sister And loved each other dearly […]

I was standing on the bare shore Near to the barbed wire defences Our guns had taken out a small cruiser Which was sinking in flames into the sea It was a scene of total horror and chaos But this is not what had gained my attention For a rare cerise sun was slipping into […]

Cora Here is the detail you required These are not my own words so please forgive me for being idle with your request Copperplate writing or Copperplate calligraphy, is a calligraphic style characterised by its graceful flowing and shaded strokes Copperplate comes from its 18th-century origins when the scribes handwriting was transferred onto copper plates […]