Stuart Miller-Osborne

A few summers ago When on a beach in South Devon Jean and I watched a girl Dive into the cold sea Wearing only a pair of Jeans Which confused me as she prefers dresses Especially in the kinder months She is trying to shrink the shrink the jeans That is quite an extreme way […]

Has summer left us Or have we been invaded

I imagine a world free of bestial sin Where people are strong brave and fair This is my world take it or leave it Y

Welcome to my world A world where nobody Demands money from history Like maggots late of a fallen soldier Grey Mother White Father Y

Clouds were hanging over the fading fields They were over one thousand feet high The sky was a cold night brittle blue

The apples in the orchards Had already fallen And were slowly rotting Below their mother trees

Thursday 12th September If I am honest with myself I suppose that I am looking for a father figure On the outside I am a confident girl A girl with all the gifts I am a good looking girl I am a golden cornfield I have a good degree If there is such thing as […]

What lovely books you have won My congratulations to you all I see you like Dickens Clive Charles Sir And you like Miss Austin Annie She is so like you But Sir I am not a virgin You stole it from me last zummer James Maxwell Smith What a fine mind you have Oxford or […]

I ask just one question Where did it all go wrong When watching these films You wonder why we became lazy And betrayed this pale country of ours Who were and still are the traitors

Joe are you writing an epistolary novel What makes you think that I am a poet that is all But you publish a number of items online That is so that I can share them Some of these are censored Really You know they are If you are not writing An epistolary novel Then what […]