Stuart Miller-Osborne

Although it has long closed There used to be an RAF base On the edge of my village Its actual name was RAF Eddington But all knew it as RAF Pink Rose On account of the number of rose bushes That could be found around the base And then mysteriously early in the war All […]

This should be a sad tale But my account is far from that When I was a child I lived in France With my two cousins Guy and Anne We all lived on a farm near Tours Anne was nicknamed Ânesse Due to her equine features And general clumsiness She was the sweeter of my […]

There had been a mixture of murders On the island which was not that unusual As people were frequently murdered For reasons secret and ultimately unclear I saw them often in my long fever dreams

I found myself rather oddly Within a witness protection programme The trouble was that I had witnessed nothing An average guy who loved his two dogs And watched football at weekends

There is a mockingbird outside It has been singing all day My bedroom is infested by ladybirds This brings me a great distress

I killed my boss with his own car As I was involved with his wife How involved Involved Was it physical What do you think My records show that you received five years I did That was a light sentence I did not murder Charles of Orleans Then who did Now that would be telling […]

You will never live If you are looking for the meaning of life In the depths of winter Camus

I finally learned that within me There lay an invincible summer Jane was gently relaxing On the bleached wooden jetty It was a most perfect moment I cherished it without borders As I was fully aware Of a deep darkness unseen

You are late Joe where have you been Visiting my publisher Is everything okay Yes He is getting some pressure about my book What kind of pressure Some people have objected to my poems So what is new Our local MP thinks that they are racist Then he or she is a cunt You are […]