Stuart Miller-Osborne

I lived only yards from a lonely border crossing My duties were thin and ill conceived My few friends and those who knew me Called me the man who played a flute It was a traditional six hole bamboo flute Which I kept with my brown weathered bible A childhood gift from a missionary I […]

In his most famous poem Yuri imagines His lost love Natalya alone in a deep forest She is dressed in all shades of red And is dancing in the snow shadows

Why do you never fill me up Gary You make love beautifully But you do not fill me up It is like going on a journey And not reaching the destination Do I look like a petrol pump Am I brightly coloured And illuminated at night I am not saying that I just want you […]

A beautiful woman Came up to me In a car park And asked me To kill her annoying Neighbour I asked her what was in it for me Expecting a carnal reply or something similar She smiled and said in a husky voice That if I carried out the task She would cook me some […]

After walking in the sunshine For many gentle hours I am again walking in a fog The once brilliant colours Are now hidden and grey All roads are now closed

Thank you Agatha I think that I might kiss you Are you the artist I suppose that I am this artist How successful are you Looking at your house You must have enjoyed great success I have never sold a painting Do you own all of this Yes every brick every flower I even own […]

I would like to travel Back in time And fan the she-devils Whilst singing My golden songs

It pleased Laura To love Stephan They wore identical sandals As they walked towards the beach

Yesterday was an exceptionally warm April day I visited a huge viaduct in the middle of the town Which had lost none of its astonishment Later I purchased a well worn bible Which appeared to have spent its early days Within a small country school Various childlike thoughts Had been added Jesus is my Saviour […]

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