Stuart Miller-Osborne

If Oscar’s wife Is called Anais Then what is Oscar’s name

Carried a knife but that is not true As she was a gentle creature Much loved in the village But she did carry a knife in a leather sheaf Even when wearing her summer frocks Some thought that she had Suffered a misfortune And that she was scared Of something that only She could see…

Garth Railway Station A mature cat is resting On the line side equipment It is watching distant birds There are no trains due The cat does not care Cats are such wise creatures

I was recently involved in an accident And I am staying with a good friend He is an artist like me and has painted my portrait Blue Orange Blue Orange Blue Orange on Blue I have asked him to include each of my injuries As I was a vacant blonde girl ice on ice on…

When I first saw my girlfriend naked I noticed that she had a blue tattoo In the area just above her bum Made in Zurich It was an enigmatic message Or so I thought As my girlfriend was Yorkshire born Unlike my parents her mother and father Had been divorced many years Her mother lived…

I was waiting for a delayed train at Lewes someyearsago When a man of my height came up to me wearing a red cotton dress I felt instantly nauseous and looked the other way ignoring the fellow He soon got the message and fucked off to bother someotherpoorsod But I had this nagging feeling that…

I have often been told That I am not a real man Not that I am a faggot Or anything like that But because I am a poet And understand the feminine Amongst other things I understand this description But pretend not to understand As it draws the poison out On my desk I have…

I have a Melbourne teapot Blue Yellow and Red It is very bright and cheerful And pleases me greatly We took tea on the beach yesterday And dressed for the occasion Tee shirt shorts bikini chic Blue Yellow and Red This is a summer poem

God saw all that he had made And it was very good I wish I was an atheist But I do feel love

The Cinque Ports Are bathed in sunshine today Everything is colourful And very happy I am writing a poem To celebrate summer My art helps the blind To touch think and see