Stuart Miller-Osborne

Unseen but there Just below the surface Hidden by mirrors Flamingos are passing Under the silver clouds

Melons et Tomates Profondément amoureux Dans une cuisine d’été Ceci n’est pas une recette

I hugged my late mother By the yellow door Which when was alive Led out towards the river terrace The yellow door was still there Although lately scratched By careless patrons leaving The river was still there I never expected anything else But my mother was no longer there She had not been there for […]

Male ******* experience a condition known as stupidity during which their hormone levels particularly testosterone can increase up to one hundred times above their baseline levels This surge causes a significant spike in aggression and temperament That is wicked but very funny Joe Sometimes Your pen is sharper Than your sword Josephine x

The King was condemned to push A huge boulder slowly up a hill Until he reached its distant summit The boulder would then loosen And roll into a vast and fertile valley Causing a great and ever lasting damage I had known my King for many years And his daily torment grieved me I had […]

I recently walked across a sandy beach at high tide And found a great number of quite beautiful shells Some had been fused together by the forces of the sea These were my favourites and I have since displayed them In prominent positions around my small gardens blue

We had a small sweet shop Near the nuclear power station In my home village Before it burnt down Before it burnt down It was called Merry Maids And run by my three sisters Who had identical chests and prominent nipples They were named Nicky Nichola Susan and Dave My favourite sister was Mandy All […]

He had lost his right arm during the civil war But the loss did not hinder him in the least As he fought with left his arm His ghost arm remaining dormant This is how I met him just after university I was a naive English girl with a marble complexion Whereas he was rugged […]

Matilda Jones Had no bones Even in a dress She looked a mess This is the only poem Ever written About Matilda Jones And her lack of bones

About two days after we arrived My wife came up to me and asked Why am I naked Even though she was fully dressed I looked at her intensely and said That was the name that your parents gave you It could have been worse as my name is Gwen