Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • Introduction
Illustration of a bird flying.
  • My Financial Journalist

    I met Malcolm Peters at the FGX and then he was gone Twenty years previously he had exposed corruption Within the highest levels of government Three politicians were assassinated by three radicals I poisoned the Prime Minister it was a quiet assassination Not violent and showy like the rest but just as deadly Sham the […]

    March 27, 2026
  • Spring Starts at Six

    As the winter slowly faded I wrote these words In my heavily flowered diary Spring Starts at Six My ambition was meaningless It was a tired empty thought Which now as the April arrives Seems as vacant as this journey

    March 27, 2026
  • Sud-Ouest

    Every Summer we drive South South-West To our pink and white Monila-Chess Caravan We try to follow the sun And understand the sea winds As we are situated beach side Amongst the rolling sand dunes It is a gentle idyllic location Which is much loved by my friends Robert Monica Kristof & Pal

    March 27, 2026
  • Mad Voyage Around L’Wren

    Every day when I wake up I receive At least twelve photographs from my sister Of trains and mountains Of birds and bees Of giant valleys And verdant trees Sometimes I lose track of L’Wren She is lost in her mad voy-age

    March 26, 2026
  • L’Wren drinks tea

    My sister is in Sri Lanka at present With her friends Su and Phill Yesterday they visited A tea plantation L’Wren sent me two photo graphs

    March 26, 2026
  • Cuba Commune

    We grew our hair long and tried To forget about our comfortable past There were no rules or ownership We were all free or so we thought Wes Banski was the first leave Followed shortly after by Purple Sue Wilma Jayne and Nelly Parks The construction workers treated us well And were for the most […]

    March 25, 2026
  • Mauvais œil

    One day I will find the most evil of words

    March 25, 2026
  • Sans visage

    If you wear a mask for long enough Then it becomes your actual face

    March 25, 2026
  • The Oxford Plate

    It is almost sparse With little or no Decoration Fading birds Perch on Fading branches Everything is in Decline Colourful petals Once beautiful Are now dour And without Reflection This year Has now Sadly died

    March 25, 2026
  • Strawberry Fields

    You will be fully investigated From the minute you leave office Prime Minister That is if you have not been strung up beforehand Lelia was sitting in front of the television She was smiling broadly as she often did Shall I buy the rope or will you do so We already have some under the […]

    March 25, 2026
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