Stuart Miller-Osborne

A small crate was found drifting in the sea And when opened was found to contain Books of Violets once considered lost This made the sun celebrate with a sunset so vivid That those who were lucky enough to witness it Never let the display slip from their memories

Do you ever feel When you kneel After your meal In the churches real The gunfighters of Deal     The small coastal town of Deal in Kent once had a reputation for being the home of fearsome gunfighters

Merry Christmas Betty Boop I hope that you receive this message As I am on a spaceship That is now millions of miles Away from Mother Earth   I met you briefly at at a party some years ago But I suppose that you do not remember me I thought you were the Cats Meow…

There is a bird perched on my television aerial I can see it from my kitchen window I no longer have a television as the content bored me There is sharp easterly wind blowing across the city The bird is huddled and looks quite miserable I feel an immense sympathy for the bird   A…

It moves quietly in the shadows Without reference to its hosts Many are wary of its presence And cower crouched in corners I am not one of these people As I search for it without fear These creatures will be destroyed There are many like me We have existed throughout history And are the subjects…

How sweet the world looks from up here Infinity can be witnessed without much thought In the distance the brown-green hills await the ice winds And the fields below will soon be powdered ghost white I do not want to return to earth but I am not a bird And my machine needs its rest…

Quand j’avais 16 ans. J’ai placé une belle fleur Dans le canon d’une arme à feu Les flics qui me pointaient du doigt Menacé d’appuyer sur la gâchette Je lui ai dit d’aller de l’avant. Mais je préférerais qu’il baise mon jeune cul

Do we really want to live in a world Where the remains of cops Are sold in butchers shops As dog meat   Where pollution is expected And accepted as the norm And global warming Is dismissed by the few To the hurt of millions   Do we really want to live in a world…

I am standing in front of the sea It wants me to swim once more But I am not that foolish As the air is beginning to chill And the ice winds are not far away How beautiful she is today It almost overwhelms me  

This day has been instantly forgettable Wet wet and quite quite wild We are being punished without much thought The blind are running the asylums I am sitting in front of a fire My windows are tight to the world      Walmer 21/12/20                      …