Stuart Miller-Osborne

I am in France at present Do you remember our happy holidays You have not yet answered my original question

Whenever I look in the mirror I see traces of Inuit features

Whilst wandering through a church earlier today Late Summer Fayre I purchased a a figure from the movie Terminator It was about nine inches tall and of silver plastic But I was not sure of its origins So I asked God for his guidance Late Summer Fayre Alien He rang me on my mobile Shortly after […]

If you fancy a cup of tea there are three options 1/ Make yourself a cup of tea 2/ Get someone else to make you a cup of tea 3/ Ignore your craving   The only person who can stop you doing anything is yourself 

Where else would you sit calmly Travelling at speeds of 125 mph Be here we are facing each other Drinking coffee Texting Reading newspapers Watching the world pass by We met on a train many years ago And to think I nearly missed that train Our children are only here because I was able to […]

To be a poet in destitute times Is a painful occupation You are grain of sand On a storm lashed beach But a grain of sand Shining brightly  

When the rich wage war It is the poor who die   As important industrialists And captains of industry Kneel in front of me I make them read this poem From a wide white screen   I am the one holding the Uzi   All men are born equal

The head girl in my church choir is named Angela She has the voice of an angel on speed Angela often sings with other choirs And is more than useful with a Uzi Having served with the Israeli Army My brother often employs her as a hit person As she is nutty as a fruit […]

I was born some years ago in a small back room in Pimlico In later years I became a man of the cloth My brother is however a gangster He often visits me in my church To confess his many sins   Of late the Gangster Wars Have erupted again There have been many killings […]