Author: Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • Martin Eden /William Eden

    How many pilgrims were they Twenty-Nine Each had a story to tell They travelled from the Tabard Inn in London To Becket’s shrine in Canterbury Is this your first visit No Sir It is my third Have you read The Canterbury Tales No Sir but I am planning to read them Chaucer fascinates me I […]

  • In Silent Cities

    In silent cities No church bells Will be rung People will sit On flooded benches And consider That nothing Is better Than nothing and that Nothing Is better Than nothing At all (Martin Eden)

  • Silence

    Oh the silence Nothing stirs The silence Is overwhelming It is beginning To suffocate me

  • Disposal

    I have disposed of myself As nobody had Any further use for me

  • Lazy Beach Poem (fragment)

    We shall meet in Hell Fallen Flat Secret Shell The Esso Sign Means Happy Motoring Call at the Esso Sign (1957)

  • Angel a

    I am currently sunbathing on a jetty with Angel a She is wearing the smallest of bikini’s It is almost not there at all She keeps it in a matchbox with her sandals I find this all a little disturbing and often chat to Jesus About her revealing summer wardrobes But he is totally laid […]

  • The Theories of Angels

    A deep question for you all Have you ever seen an angel naked Without her wings I have As I often go swimming with Angel a We often break into swimming pools When they are closed So that we might night swim without disturbance There is a good reason for that As Angel a is […]

  • Fitting Rooms for Angels

    I went into a clothes shop recently With my friend who is an angel She was much taken by a summer frock And as she was soon to be saving souls On the beaches in Southern France This was in her view a must As much as a new bikini However all the fitting rooms […]

  • Passing Trains

    The trains that now pass my rail side apartment Are duller than they used to be during my blush years Dirty greens and dying browns are the order of the day Bright vibrant colours no longer illuminate my sombre rooms

  • Ghosts in the Sky (part three)

    Darius died on the sixth day of June withered and enfeebled I has not been aware of this until I received a letter From Carol Ennis-Jones telling me the sad news She further asked me if she and her mother might visit me As they had a proposition that they wished to discuss They asked […]