Stuart Miller-Osborne

Pauline Green Feathers  Lives in the lighthouse  Near Clive Cliff Point  Pauline was rescued  From a shipwreck  When she was very young  And was adopted  By the Barnes family  She is the only Native American  In this part of Cornwall 

What is your poem about Joe  My Sunday Lunch  Are you saying that the corrupt  Will be punished  Frozen Peas  I always dream Of being a New World General  With an option of sage and onion stuffing  In my country we name our railways  After John Hanning Speke and Richard Burton  We name some of our…

It is only a path  Narrow in places  But what a path  Converted by the sea Sea huts and sea terraces  All brightly coloured  Are reflected  On even the dullest of days  Nicholas awaits your company 

I am on the edge  Of a deep precipice  The Big Snotty  Has trapped me  I am about to fall  Into a dreadful chasm  My energy  Exhausted Long gone  Will I am   On a train to nowhere  Drip drip drip  I am being treated  Like a Leper   Office dressed  I long for my bed  A Lanctuary of Sove …

Joe I was watching a home movie  Shot a number of years ago  By the father of my American friend  Which showed him ripping up a magazine  That featured Jane Fonda on the cover  It was taken as the Vietnam War  Was drawing to a close  He does not speak  Although he quietly mutters Bitch …

Talk to me Lukas  It is time to sleep  It is time to weep  Wet Sister  Fabulous  Hollow Reed pipes  Men are Weak  God Coloured Days 

I am sitting with my sister  On a railway station  My brother is a train driver  He has visited my mother  As she has been unwell  We are quietly awaiting  The latest news from home 

Joe  You seem to have a great number of friends  They are on my payroll Julie  One of them was in trouble recently  Really which one  Martha What was her crime  She sent a photo of the CEO who was assassinated recently  To her local councillor  It was planning to close a WW2 footbridge over a…

Have you always been a mad girl Josie  Ewe should know Sephine  Come again  Cora are you finished in the bathroom  Five minutes I am still in afterglow street  Do stop at the lights and look out for cyclists  You have not answered my question  What question  Have you always been a mad girl  No I…

I am a hunter of the hyenas  Who live in the filthy sewers  Of my home city Some say I am a  Big Game Hunter But I am nothing of the sort  As I am committed to  Exterminating the imported vermin  That cause so much sorrow  To my friends and neighbours  I kill nothing else