Stuart Miller-Osborne

Why does the thought Of two men being intimate Make me feel physically sick Whereas the thought Of two women being intimate Does not bother me Is God speaking I wonder I listen for his voice every day But normally remain deaf As I have not uncovered my ears But he does share his thoughts…

I sometimes wonder Why I find certain things ugly And other beautiful

I sometimes wonder Why I love certain things And ignore others

I have a willow tree At the bottom Of my garden It shadows the river In the summer heat

Melbourne no longer lives in the city We will have to meet Gossamer At the bus station In Canterbury

My garden is a garden of gardens It is my quiet resting place Flowers of many colours Please my deep lowered eyes And the perfumes of the shallow season Silently assault my many blind senses

Free the nipple As it helps the sealant To run more smoothly Another handy tip From Handyman Joe

You bring so much colour To my summer garden I enjoy your frequent visits During these gentle months

Be Happy if you can be Happy if not be Slightly Happy Be Kind to all those around you if not be Good Nature d Be Gentle and love all the creatures that cross your path Or in the lane outside of the cottage Up to Mr Brown’s garage Love cats always love cats Love…

I have been invited to summer With three sisters At a villa in Southern France It has a swimming pool And views to the coast I am very tempted But I will have to abandon This lyrical poem Which makes me feel uncomfortable As I know that I have A story to tell