Stuart Miller-Osborne

I have just written my most political poem It contains no political thought Just violence It is a celebration of violence

I can remember the allotments next to the tracks The fathers of fathers and their honest sons Managed our beautiful stations Which were always clean Even the halts were visited And flowers were planted Women were generally safer travelling Attacks were rare and the punishments severe I was brought up next to this station The […]

I have just written my most political poem It contains no political thoughts Just words A celebration of words

What a lovely view you have of Mount Fuji My mother as you know was a famous actress She also acted in two American films Japan was so proud of her That is why she lived here In sight of the Holy Mountain I never grow tired of the view Have you ever visited the […]

I live in absolute poverty This shack is all that I have ever known There is as you can see much decay Only three families now survive Did a railway once pass your home Yes long before I was born These lines used to carry freight The tracks can still be seen This was a […]

Will this never end Monika It has already ended Will Yet the day is warm and gentle Bright colours entertain our eyes Five days ago I was in a distant land It was raining without cease Everything was flooded But like us people carried on A few adjustments yes but life was normal We were […]

Hi Sis did ewe enjoy Whitby It was great We were there a few years ago I remember that we shared a room I found it rather crowded With the peasants on one side of the river And the vampire tourists on the other Even in the summer there was a bleakness Ninety in the […]

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The lift ascended out of sight How beautiful the clouds were

I visited Glastonbury Tor again in my delirium My wife and I were staying in a small cottage This cottage is not known to exist but it does exist At the time of writing I am drinking tea Watching twelve multi coloured bouncy balls Argue in a small glass jar which I found in my […]