Stuart Miller-Osborne

I used to play in a punk band We called ourselves Lucky Numbers After the lead vocalist Who I fancied rotten During one of our gigs I found out that she was obsessed With the poetry of Tom Eliot So I pretended to be an expert And managed to get her into bed But she […]

If you know you know If you don’t know Then you don’t know Memories I have always captured memories But one stands out Which happened when I was seventeen It is a very simple memory I was standing on the open platform of a bus When the vehicle had to apply its brakes suddenly I […]

When I woke up you were no longer a sheep What were you doing sheeping with a sleep I do not know why ewe Find sheep so bloody attractive

I was never going to be popular panther in a cage

Of late I have been enduring Dreams of pitiful stress I have lost my position For no known reason I can longer afford my house Even though I am comfortably off I dream of living in a penthouse Even though I am terrified of heights I am counting all the known stars Despite suffering from […]

Think of a summers day A still summers day That appears to be silent Your mind is totally alive It is incredibly busy analysing The meaning of everything The silence of a summers day Is screaming loudly at you Your orchard is now a city

God does not make mistakes I make many mistakes Therefore I am not God

I have two legs And a pen I am a poet

So strong Yet so feminine In her moods

When I came out of the wilderness I found a woman sitting on a bench She was wearing a denim jacket