Stuart Miller-Osborne

I found Dazzle the Peacock Hanging from a tree branch This disturbed me As I did not think That peacocks had suicidal thoughts This beautiful bird was however lucky As I was an Army Medic Highly trained In the treatment of suicidal birds Dazzle is now on the road to recovery Which is happy news […]

About ten years ago I fell into the abyss It was not a comfortable experience But I was helped on my return journey By a depressed psychiatrist Who committed suicide last week This news hit me hard And I found myself Standing on the railway tracks At the back of my house I wanted the […]

Julie rang me with her latest news She had been travelling on the tube And had noticed that some of my poems Were being displayed on the station walls I was given no credit for these works Which did not bother me As I had yet to write these poems

Juliet rang me with her latest news She had been travelling on the tube And had noticed that some of my poems Were being displayed on the station walls I was given no credit for these works Which did not bother me As I prefer the anonymity I thanked Juliet And asked her to remain […]

Forget history You have no history It is easier that way Histories complicate Histories can be forged By those whose pens lie Only certain histories Should be retained Others should be forgotten As they are trite They have no anchor And drift rudderless Down mighty rivers Towards the sea

I have not met many famous people Nor would I want to Fame is not important to me However I am followed around By the chap in the shaving mirror He is very persistent I try to discourage him But he takes no notice I am thinking of murdering him

The sun dial has stopped ticking Night follows day Night follows day Your garden Is cloaked in a darkness That will suffocate All the evils Known to you This is my only message The light will return

You buried me with the pigs Hoping that they would Eat Me But I was far too bitter For their delicate tongues This was your first and last mistake

How dare you cross our meadows And carelessly pick the beautiful flowers They were causing you no harm And were living in peace with the country days You have brought a darkness into this village I will never forgive you

I am not a rebel Far from it I am very conservative And long for the Empire I was born in India Long after it was lost And watched Malaria Slowly weaken my father During my childhood years I consider that I am different And maybe I am I still weep silently When listening to […]