Stuart Miller-Osborne

My mother always forgot my birthdays It was an easy date to remember The First of June I was her only daughter She remembered all other birthdays Even my cousins received cards But my mat remained vacant This has confused me for many years

I am enjoying this summer So very much That I have decided to abandon Autumn Winter and Spring In an hour I will be painting quietly Where the ripe lemons sleep This is my reality

This is a unashamedly erotic poem Even if it is a poem at all My wife is named Jane She likes the hot weather And teases me Without mercy As the day matures She walks around Either naked Or partially dressed A white gossamer blouse Worn without thought Subtle hints of the treasures within I […]

I had a most unusual experience yesterday When diving on the wreck of the Esmerelda I became separated from the school And surfaced in the swimming pool Of Mrs and Mrs Menzies Campbell Much to the surprise of their daughter Roberta who was also known as Bobbie By all those unfortunate enough to know her […]

Only gold fish you must understand Mona accepted nothing inferior As she always followed the polestar

I suppose mathematically what feels like a rare occurrence Is often the inevitable outcome of and basic probabilities What the fuck does that mean Joe Work it out for yourself sis You are talking in riddles again Today I purchased a book of Tagore’s poetry It was a random find Josie I had not planned […]

You are my water wagtail Jane I have not been the same Since You pulled up your cotton dress And Displayed your perfect Bottom Just as the bees left their hive

Well not really dead but really sick All the usual fun things Like taking a fat woman Up her locked back door I used to be a famous footballer But then a war came along Wars are always great fun Especially if one does not care For the enemy or their country of origin On […]

I am currently sitting on a settee On a lonely beach in Northern Spain The slow tide is only metres away It has been suggested to me That I should write a surreal poem I have never ever written a poem As I am an engineer by profession Small bridges in large cities Are my […]

It was going to be short break Away from our busy schedules Currently I am looking at the sea From our first floor balcony You are lying on our bed Without clothes or even cool sheets Hopefully you will improve very soon We shared our illnesses without complaint Belgium is such a kind and caring […]