Stuart Miller-Osborne

Veronika Dol has an unusual job She is employed by various churches To repair and refurbish their ancient Bibles At present she is polishing the leather cover Of an incredibly ornate Polish Bible Veronika Dol is an atheist having lost her entire family In the Balpas Dahl air disaster in nineteen ninety three She was […]

US Marshals are knocking at my door Skunk Skunk it is time to Skunk Shipwreck Survivors Golem Grahame Golem Grahame Top Top Top Top Top Five x Top Shop Shop Numb Shop Numb Definition Golem Stolen Thief The oldest stories of golems date to early Judaism. In the Talmud (Tractate Sanhedrin 38b), Adam was initially […]

Daisy – Innocence Rose – Youth and Beauty Pansy – Love in Vain Forget me Not – Remembrance Violets – Faithfulness Poppy – Death The distraught Ophelia sinks beneath the waterwith her eyes wide open

I am sitting in a comfortable chair Watching myself making love to my wife Her name is Maya and she is smaller than me She is sitting on my thighs with her legs apart Moving with a rhythm as her pleasure takes her Our love making is almost silent and very gentle Maya has a […]

I lined up nine semi-precious stones There should have been twelve But my dream ended prematurely Edith was wearing a skimpy white vest That was not suitable for the workplace As she leaned forward I could see her breasts Climate change has a lot to answer for My name is Sandra but people call me […]

Coffee Blue is situated On the corner of West Reed Street And Thomas Telford Road I often enjoy a coffee there Sitting in my normal window seat The poem that you are now reading Was written there and now hangs Next to the huge Yves Klein poster This is why the coffee bar Was named […]

You can have all the riches in the world But boredom can eat away at your very soul Are you bored Stan No We have a nice apartment here in London In a way we lead the lives we want We work hard We travel hard My sister is in Egypt at present The temperature […]

I Shit on Marxism I shit on politics I am not a political animal I write my poems On used bog paper For you to read on humid hot days Conclusion My Poetry is Shit The revolution has not ended It has never taken place The only useful revolutionary acts Can be witnessed in the […]

My sister once painted her arse green And rode through our town on a green bicycle (it was a red bicycle so make up your own mind) I enquired of her actions arse and face It is all about honour she explained to me As we shared a green bottle looking out to sea

A painter lost in the midst of actors A poet lost in the midst of painters A writer lost in a sea of words The Theatre of Cruelty The Theatre of Kindness Only one of these is correct The others are my lies Or they may be truthful Today I purchased a red clown I […]