Stuart Miller-Osborne

You are imagined As the day grows weary Haunting the evening In the shadows still Unlike other creatures You remain mysterious Always there but seldom seen Timid in your anonymity

Joe I just noticed this on the BBC Lies site – I must say that it brought a smile to my lips – I am so glad that our beloved leaders have the welfare of our children at heart even though they are brainwashed in their schools A ban on a Calvin Klein advert starring…

I was asked to visit Poppy Land As there had been reports Of poppies in the Arbour Fields Despite the heavy snow These rumours proved to be true For as I walked through The deep drifts I could plainly see the colours Of the summer poppies Deep in their hibernation

I spent most of the evening Waiting for you Eva Beck How did you pass the time I played with a puzzle A puzzle what kind of puzzle A puzzle with twelve silver balls Four large Eight small What was the point of the puzzle There was no point to the puzzle But it helped…

I once saw an android die It was not spectacular Far from it The machine just failed As if it had run out of life I spent the rest of day On that building site Knowing that I was totally visible But this did not trouble me As I had witnessed Something quite extraordinary

I was invited to a lecture Three Marxist Intellectuals Were top of the bill But when I arrived The vast hall was empty

Please forgive me for the flowers That were obviously for your lovely sister She is such a sweet girl Rachel insisted on this As you have both been so good to us since the accident We are both mending well and the other driver is the same Thank you for waking Nigger in the mornings…

When Guy returned from Iceland He gave me an odd doll It resembled a corn dolly But was made out of wool She currently sits in a ceramic tray In all her purple and blue splendour

The wooden swings are of a simple construction With four banners two green two yellow Creating a recreational square Claude built these swings on the beach Just over two years ago for his wife She can often be found there Riding with the gentle sea winds

I saw her on most of my commuting days She worked in the same town as me But we never exchanged even a word The odd smile and that was about all Some of my colleagues thought we were good friends And asked me her name as she was rather beautiful I told them that…