Stuart Miller-Osborne

I do not mind men or women But draw the line With my Cocker Spaniel This is the final line of a poem Written by a Silly Poet Call me thick You are thick Silly Boy But I did not realise That Cocker Spaniels Had the ability to draw lines

For many years my companion and sometime lover Has nagged me to write her biography As I am a talented artist with a very fair pen Lizzie is the most unfaithful woman that I have ever known She cares little for emotions or emotional complications And sleeps with anything that is warm male female or…

During my travels I have visited many churches And have seen a very small number Of recumbent medieval tomb effigies With their hands joined in a distant eternity

My mother once knew a girl named Mary Rossiter Who was known to everybody As Hairy Mary (I never found out the reason why) She was sent to a farm in East Sussex With my mother and Katie Scales They stayed for nearly a year And then they were separated (I never found out the…

An orchard was destroyed Before its time I feared the worst It was replaced By a hop field And peace returned

On an average day I pass Over twenty philosophers In the street Not one notices me Not one notices Nana

I was walking into a vivid sunset Which lit up my small town And witnessed beautiful angels Reflected on each of the parked cars

Well he did not exactly take a holiday He paid for it with his pocket money What are you writing Silly Boy Words of course Silly Mummy I can see that No you cannot see that As even if the sun is high in the sky You cannot see that You are not going to…

I keep a tank of tropical fish Opposite the main window In my sleepy bedroom I adore their mythical thoughts Especially at night When I illuminate their homes

There are Holy Books From many religions Along its hidden shelves Rich maidens again Flit abroad in gowns Scalloped out Behind and before So that back and breast Are almost bare