Stuart Miller-Osborne

Methinks that they railway used brutal tools When carving through the Kentish fields and hills But now over a century later we have inherited The beautiful symmetry of rural and rail Which leads me to believe that there must Be a God somewhere in this deep green universe  

Caroline Sal was a shepherdess who watched her sheep mainly in the High Meadows of Stephen She suffered from an extreme shyness when matched with strangers But read vociferously to her attended flock Who she believed hung on her soft voice and vivid descriptions She was reading the letters of Madame de Sevigne to her […]

In 2017 Ines sat with Liam under a tree in Avebury She was topless but nobody really cared As this was the Summer Solstice And the day was piping hot   In a Wiltshire town not far away An old man was listening to his radio The Archers was just about to finish When he […]

Lisa Explains Life I have always Been of the opinion That people think Far too much   They analyse everything And end up staring at their feet   My rule has always been to feel life Just feel it and nothing else   My Name is Claudia     Gerry Gill Graham Identity politics is […]

God exists for me In the universe She is everywhere But not in my heart

I am a fucker Or a fuck wit This is what I am told By those who love me   I have fantasies of killing The founders of huge companies As one person should Not hold total power   I am referred to as a racist But that is far from the truth As I […]

Love Letter Invade me Not for profit But for love I am aware Of my beauty But I have much more That demands attention   Jeoffry What is that That I see Between my legs It is neither smooth Nor appreciative And is quite rapacious in its behaviour It is also a good friend Who […]

I want you I want to caress you I want to own you I want to fuck you But I cannot do any of these things As your knickers are filthy And you are diseased   Margate Choose Love She Said And Leave Me The Next Train Is About To Go I Will Not Be […]

Do not get lost in philosophy As the road maps are poor   I an touching your violet breasts As we approach the town   We have not arrived at our destination As we never started our journey   I am trying to understand the sea The sea is doing its best to understand me […]

I am sitting in my small room in the Palace of the Winds Watching a summer storm disturb the bright night sky The humidity is such as to form narrow beads of sweat That start on my neck and trickle down my back Usually you would sit opposite me stripped to the waist But you […]