Author: Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • Nepo Baby

    My father was the president of this country For many prosperous years My mother followed the same path And they groomed me as their successor Posh schools great universities and much much else But I hated them both with a vengeance So I took this country to WAR

  • Psychotherapist

    Hi Stan Sorry to bother you at work But whilst loafing around online I found this brilliant cartoon It shows a sign writer Working on the glass door Of a Psychotherapist However this chap is rather dim And his spacing is rather odd It reads Psycho The Rapist Which is a beautiful play on words […]

  • Veronika Dol

    Veronika Dol has an unusual job She is employed by various churches To repair and refurbish their ancient Bibles At present she is polishing the leather cover Of an incredibly ornate Polish Bible Veronika Dol is an atheist having lost her entire family In the Balpas Dahl air disaster in nineteen ninety three She was […]

  • Golem

    US Marshals are knocking at my door Skunk Skunk it is time to Skunk Shipwreck Survivors Golem Grahame Golem Grahame Top Top Top Top Top Five x Top Shop Shop Numb Shop Numb Definition Golem Stolen Thief The oldest stories of golems date to early Judaism. In the Talmud (Tractate Sanhedrin 38b), Adam was initially […]

  • Ophelia (The Meaning of Flowers)

    Daisy – Innocence Rose – Youth and Beauty Pansy – Love in Vain Forget me Not – Remembrance Violets – Faithfulness Poppy – Death The distraught Ophelia sinks beneath the waterwith her eyes wide open

  • Erotic Poem

    I am sitting in a comfortable chair Watching myself making love to my wife Her name is Maya and she is smaller than me She is sitting on my thighs with her legs apart Moving with a rhythm as her pleasure takes her Our love making is almost silent and very gentle Maya has a […]

  • Naked

    I lined up nine semi-precious stones There should have been twelve But my dream ended prematurely Edith was wearing a skimpy white vest That was not suitable for the workplace As she leaned forward I could see her breasts Climate change has a lot to answer for My name is Sandra but people call me […]

  • Coffee Blue

    Coffee Blue is situated On the corner of West Reed Street And Thomas Telford Road I often enjoy a coffee there Sitting in my normal window seat The poem that you are now reading Was written there and now hangs Next to the huge Yves Klein poster This is why the coffee bar Was named […]

  • Sluggish Sunday

    You can have all the riches in the world But boredom can eat away at your very soul Are you bored Stan No We have a nice apartment here in London In a way we lead the lives we want We work hard We travel hard My sister is in Egypt at present The temperature […]

  • I Shit on Marxism

    I Shit on Marxism I shit on politics I am not a political animal I write my poems On used bog paper For you to read on humid hot days Conclusion My Poetry is Shit The revolution has not ended It has never taken place The only useful revolutionary acts Can be witnessed in the […]