Stuart Miller-Osborne

Its hollow keys Still haunt me

On my desk I have a stone That has travelled Through the known universe It fell into my garden Some years ago Burnt black and grey It has been decorated By each of the stars That it passed on its long journey

On the day my father was executed I became an orphan It took me years to understand this As he was a loving man Who treated me with a great affection This is my thirteenth and final poem As my tears are staining the ink My heart is so full of hate

After the war they accused him of heinous crimes The slaughter of Jews Blacks Homosexuals Gypsies And many others who were considered inferior But when I asked my father if this was true He said that he was only following orders I asked him again on the day of his execution And he gave me […]

I recently caught my girlfriend Masturbating over the guy next door As he took a shower She was wearing my Manchester United shirt Which hardly covered her arse I watched her for a while As these private moments Interested me greatly Soon after I ordered A Manchester United away shirt And casually gave it to […]

By Katie Anne Inhell and Susie Anne Flores We have decided to collaborate When creating a poem The words will be mine And Katie will be in charge Of everything else I do not think that this Has ever been attempted before By two girls who liove in Fulham And share a middle name pavement […]

I had a dream that my cat Was eating daffodils Rufus Yes It was a very amusing dream As I saw Rufus flying around the kitchen With a stupid grin on his face He had a daffodil in his mouth I enjoy dreaming about Rufus It is a very pleasant way To pass the long […]

Did he apologise to you Yes That is nice After you thumped him He deserved it Do you think that he will want revenge No Why Because I am bigger than him But his brother is bigger than you Mark I know Does that not worry you No because my brother is bigger Than his […]

Do you realise that you have violent streak Most Real Men do Real Men it is not something that I am attracted to Does it bother you Mary Not really As I feel safe with you

I have painted a self portrait Of you My Dear Mother A Self Portrait With Nine Pots Blue Red & Pink