Stuart Miller-Osborne

Not just a movie But a way of life I am feeling deep love You are my horizon What the fuck is that Joe An eighties love letter It was given to me By an urban terrorist I met her on a train in Germany She was on the run from the cops She was […]

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You are wearing Your lime green dress Murial You seduce me With one green glance Murial Edward St John Press

York I visited York just over two months ago and sat on one of the uncomfortable benches whilst June Jayne fetched the coffee blue The station was busy with people hurrying in all directions Worn with modern additions would describe the platforms at York She is an elderly lady tired but still prim Many of […]

I used to have a high powered job I was a girl going places Until that fateful day The day of the presentation When I bent over In front of the CEO and owner Of Billbe Technology And flashed my butt crack I was mortified As he pretended not to notice What made things worse […]

What the fuck Are whisky stones What is wrong with ice I will never find out As I never drink whisky

Lived at number 24 George Terrace With her mother brother and lodger Roger She had a brilliant mind and was coveted By many universities in many cities But she chose to be a railroad employee Working in all weathers as it gave her time To change the course of western philosophy With her red books […]

Josie Joe Are men rude to you in the street Not that I notice Do you ever get wolf whistles Sometimes Does it bother you No I rather like it Nice arse I take it as a compliment Tits Same Is there anything that annoys you One thing That being Faggots who follow me into […]

Sixty-Four years ago to this day A famous rock star from the USA Died as the result of a car crash Near Chippenham in Wiltshire I can remember my Dad telling my Mum Of the tragedy over dinner a few days later I was very small and did not appreciate The gravity of the accident […]

Ships wrecked in a desert of salt Wild horses quite free Swimming in inland seas A late sun reflected My pen now breathes The passions of my heart