Stuart Miller-Osborne

When travelling with friends Both male and female We had a golden rule Bare bums in showers The idea was that one Submitted to a bare bum photograph Whilst taking a shower If any of us resisted Then they were punished By either paying for a meal Or a round of drinks Sometimes it was…

Like a bastard growth I carried my fears Around with me They were watching me Ready to strike At any moment But the wide sands Showed me the cure These were my flat lands I felt safe there And ready to continue I soon left these flat lands And have returned to my own My…

Simulacrum An image or representation Of someone or something An  unsatisfactory imitation or substitute Were the dictionary definitions Of this word which had been scratched in the sand In front of this huge hotel I added the following

After many years in hiding You found me on these sands And attacked me without mercy I was on a journey to a madness That I could not withstand

Each day before I catch my train I capture your nakedness With my proud camera This brings me a great pleasure When I consider your likeness As I travel towards the city

Tractors Billy had liked tractors since childhood His bedroom was colourfully decorated With tractors red blue and green Billy vowed to work on a farm when he matured Which he did and could be often be seen Driving tractors around the family farm And then it happened Billy had an accident When his tractor rolled…

Jane and I stepped on to the bullet train without haste We were travelling around Japan in search of its hidden soul Our Japanese guide smiled inwardly at our western ways As we passed the front of our train I noticed its unusual name Peacefully this beautiful sleek train was called Peacefully

HI Mate I trust that you arrived safely And that Josephine is well I have just returned from Yorkshire And although I had visited the county before This visit opened my eyes and gave me hope Our country is badly polluted in parts as you are aware But there are other parts that are pure…

I often walk the streets of trembling madness To reach one of the three towers of evil This activity is not as sinister as it suggests As both are ancient inns within the city walls Sebastian Diaries

We are both travelling in different directions But time has the right to stand still You write without borders Your work is never dull It is forever evolving It changes without one noticing the change