Stuart Miller-Osborne

Only an eye But what an eye Only a pen But what a pen Only a life But what a life

I write poetry As I have not learnt How to be useful Elsewhere

One can be taught To play the piano But one cannot be taught To feel the piano

Occasionally when walking One might be faced By a mad dog Which will require destruction I will not enjoy this task But if I ignore evil The beast will grow stronger And will overwhelm All that is good and kind

If I was asked to go to war I would not go Why would I want to kill a brother

Where do we go When the air is warm My name is Globe And I am your guide

Do slam the door when you leave Just to remind all of my neighbours That I am a good for nothing slut

Even if you are the most miserable bastard in the world You have got to be kind Nothing else works What is that Joe It is something that Josie picked up for me Where At a summer fete in Mummy’s village What is it A mounted display detailing the development of golf balls Over the […]

I am going on a long journey today From one end of my country to the other I will meet a number of lonely people Who I am unlikely to meet again The weather is changeable at present Summer frocks thick sweaters and jeans I am looking forward to my holiday But I find the […]

my little town has changed beyond recognition this saddens me but thingswillchange so hold on tight as it is going to be amemorableride