Stuart Miller-Osborne

When I woke up you were no longer a sheep What were you doing sheeping with a sleep I do not know why ewe Find sheep so bloody attractive

I was never going to be popular panther in a cage

Of late I have been enduring Dreams of pitiful stress I have lost my position For no known reason I can longer afford my house Even though I am comfortably off I dream of living in a penthouse Even though I am terrified of heights I am counting all the known stars Despite suffering from…

Think of a summers day A still summers day That appears to be silent Your mind is totally alive It is incredibly busy analysing The meaning of everything The silence of a summers day Is screaming loudly at you Your orchard is now a city

God does not make mistakes I make many mistakes Therefore I am not God

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