Stuart Miller-Osborne

When I looked at his flowers In my large English garden I found no Arabs or Jews I found no Negroes or Hispanics I found no Pederasts or Homosexuals I found little of much offence In this slim volume of his poetry in memory of my late father who died on this day in 1962

When I see you In a hot bath I always thinkOf the autumn moon Deep in the sky Quietly searching For its lost summer

Come dear great soul You are being called You are being awaited What do you think of me You are more than beautiful Manon of the City How beautiful you are Did you bring me to this hotel For a reason My reason is that I want to totally posses you You have a tattoo…

In the desert Can be difficult As the winds Can be quite savage My name is Moose Or rather my nickname Is Moose because I look like a Moose As I have never Seen a Moose I cannot comment In certain ways I am quite beautiful Or at least I am told That I am…

I have named two of the walls In my spacious lounge Simeon and Parker Many people have questioned My reasons for naming these walls There are no reasons Oui Non et un million de fois beurre Pardon Yes No and a Million Times ButterWe often watch foreign films togetherHow often We watched one last night…

Do you plead guilty or not guilty I do not recognise this court You are accused of the destruction Of a large number of solar panels In these the illustrated meadows Please enter your plea I will not surrender a plea All I will say Is that when beauty is harmed There is only one…

One of my first challenges Was to climb a rusting ladder That was attached to the lighthouse This scared me as I hate heights Quite why I signed up for this show Is a complete and total mystery to me As in later episodes I will eat seaweed And swim naked from a rowing boat…

Were becoming much later No longer was there Just four hours on the clock When she slipped in beside me

Slowly Barbara’s adored summer was beginning to fadeShe was now wearing jeans instead of thin cotton shortsGone were her crimson sneakers and lightweight sandalsHer shirts were becoming thicker and far less colourfulThe days although bright were getting shorter And the breezes sharper during her morning runs

this society for which is enclosed with my best be away for a few days let me have a line or some more cards Where did you find these They were in the book That I purchased this morning What was the title of the book Ivanhoe Green Did you know That the main Jewish…