Stuart Miller-Osborne

When one was at St Percy’s There was an annual skool trip Nobody looked forward to them The destinations chosen were boring to say the least And were often quite regrettably in Wales Llandudno Tenby and the Brecon Beacons We were not expected to wear our skool uniforms Which was a bonus as we just […]

I am travelling again My sister and her partner Live in an apartment That overlooks the city The views are breathtaking But I sense an unhappiness That lurks under the sun This puzzles me at times Yet I understand the cause

I was conceived in pleasure In a small cottage Rented for a week Deep in the flat lands of Kent My parents were students Late of their college rooms This changed their lives Although it made little difference to me It was a bumpy road Much improved by their parents And in time they both […]

I am only but your reflection If you do not like What you see Then turn away

I would like to connect with people But find this almost impossible As I paint my mirrors black

I am a poet and am told That I am a good poet Whatever a good poet is But I am not celebrated Nor should I be celebrated In plush theatres Full of excitement

This is all that I added to my recent postcard My mistress is happy and well This is all that I have ever added to my postcards I am often asked why I engage in this repetition

During the softer hours I run a cinema On the beach This has proved To be very popular With our seasonal visitors

Was partially hidden by hanging trees And was surrounded by buttercup fields That faded gently into the river marshes It was here that I noticed the early blossoms Descending whilst deep on breeze And being taken quietly by low waters

I am currently serving in a submarine It is a hazardous occupation And before each voyage I am gifted a book of poetry By my loving sisters Anne and Jayne My most recent gift was The Works of Tennyson Where inside I found the following dedication Presented to David Willie On his 8th Birthday Nov […]