Stuart Miller-Osborne

Am I in another poem I am afraid so This said I have pluralised Come again Read this Standard plurals: Most nouns are pluralized by adding -s or -es at the end (e.g., rock becomes rocks, church becomes churches). Irregular plurals: Some words change their spelling completely or stay the same (e.g., man becomes men,…

Hi what are you doing here Where am I You are in the studio Of a famous artist Have I heard of him I doubt it As rocks from Hanoi Have notoriously poor hearing I can hear the street trains Everybody can hear the street trains Even on Jupiter Even on Jupiter Yes What about…

Mon amour mon ami Mon amour mon ami Mon amour mon amiI was sharing my mattress With three trainee nuns In the corner of my cramped room A battered record player Was repeating the same song As I had scratched my only record The smallest of the three nuns Looked at me from beneath the…

I have just sent you photos Of all the gold in El Dorado I have just sent you photos Of the moon and the sea Just to pass the the hours My beloved Esame

I have been watching you sleep Do you mind Not at all You have just missed Exeter Oh dear Was that your stop No I am on my way to St Ives Hazel Court My name is Hazel Court Josie my name is Josie I am going to Plymouth My brother is an artist Perhaps…

The Brutalist Bitter Christmas Verity I found this in your diary Josie Are you reading my diary Yes Why Because you leave it open on your bed Rather like a used newspaper These are last three films That I have watched You are not a great cinema buff are you I prefer real life You…

I had arranged to my meet Ruthie At Castione Arbedo So that we might travel On the penultimate train of the day But I was late and she had to travel alone When I explained why I had been delayed She wrote a stiff letter to Bettina Betti in blue ink

I play for a semi professional Football team based In the south of the country The name of my football team is The Green Ones Which roughly translated means The Green Ones Our annual team photograph Is always taken before the season starts It was later noted that I was chatting To our new midfielder…

My local railway station Is very scruffy The paint is peeling And exposes a heavy rust But we all ignore this And read our newspapers Whilst waiting for the morning train The smart station master Tells us all that Bobla Ress Was built with scruffiness in mind Which is not really understood By the scores…

There is a tomb in the middle of the city That at certain times of the day Captures an amethyst glow This is the hidden tomb Of the poet Marias