Stuart Miller-Osborne

I have two legs And a pen I am a poet

So strong Yet so feminine In her moods

When I came out of the wilderness I found a woman sitting on a bench She was wearing a denim jacket

When one was at St Percy’s There was an annual skool trip Nobody looked forward to them The destinations chosen were boring to say the least And were often quite regrettably in Wales Llandudno Tenby and the Brecon Beacons We were not expected to wear our skool uniforms Which was a bonus as we just […]

I am travelling again My sister and her partner Live in an apartment That overlooks the city The views are breathtaking But I sense an unhappiness That lurks under the sun This puzzles me at times Yet I understand the cause

I was conceived in pleasure In a small cottage Rented for a week Deep in the flat lands of Kent My parents were students Late of their college rooms This changed their lives Although it made little difference to me It was a bumpy road Much improved by their parents And in time they both […]

I am only but your reflection If you do not like What you see Then turn away

I would like to connect with people But find this almost impossible As I paint my mirrors black

I am a poet and am told That I am a good poet Whatever a good poet is But I am not celebrated Nor should I be celebrated In plush theatres Full of excitement

This is all that I added to my recent postcard My mistress is happy and well This is all that I have ever added to my postcards I am often asked why I engage in this repetition