Stuart Miller-Osborne

Go tell the dead men In the trenches That their wives And sweethearts Have written Perfumed letters Full of love And hopes For the future They are In this satchel Awaiting answers If I was brave I would burn These letters As their cold eyes Have no use For these Warm words now

je suis sage écoute-moi attentivement Laissez-moi vous ouvrir les yeux

For as far as the eye could see There was nothing but snow But I knew that you were there Hiding quietly within the mountains

I lived only yards from a lonely border crossing My duties were thin and ill conceived My few friends and those who knew me Called me the man who played a flute It was a traditional six hole bamboo flute Which I kept with my brown weathered bible A childhood gift from a missionary I […]

In his most famous poem Yuri imagines His lost love Natalya alone in a deep forest She is dressed in all shades of red And is dancing in the snow shadows

Why do you never fill me up Gary You make love beautifully But you do not fill me up It is like going on a journey And not reaching the destination Do I look like a petrol pump Am I brightly coloured And illuminated at night I am not saying that I just want you […]

A beautiful woman Came up to me In a car park And asked me To kill her annoying Neighbour I asked her what was in it for me Expecting a carnal reply or something similar She smiled and said in a husky voice That if I carried out the task She would cook me some […]

After walking in the sunshine For many gentle hours I am again walking in a fog The once brilliant colours Are now hidden and grey All roads are now closed

Thank you Agatha I think that I might kiss you Are you the artist I suppose that I am this artist How successful are you Looking at your house You must have enjoyed great success I have never sold a painting Do you own all of this Yes every brick every flower I even own […]

I would like to travel Back in time And fan the she-devils Whilst singing My golden songs