Stuart Miller-Osborne

We buried him at dawn In the place where he fell Which was now safe Away from the guns I once knew this soldier His name was George And his parents both now dead Once ran a shop in the next village

I knew that I was going to love Amanda Stevens- Lowe Not just because Her father was stinking rich Or that he owned half of Sussex It was her compassion That really attracted me This was demonstrated When her Porsche was stolen By a couple of black junkies And ended up in the river When…

They had both been born in Burma And for a time educated in Devon Although Saki was older than my grandfather They became friends in the years before the war That was where the similarities ended As my grandfather a giant of a man Survived the war without major injury Whereas Saki was shot by…

My father used tell me stories Of his love for London buses And how at the age of nine He was considered mature enough To travel around London on his own Using either a Twin or Red Rover ticket This is not the London as we know it today As it was paler and far…

I used to work at a cinema In Notting Hill Gate And now occasionally Watch a new webcam Situated near the tube station My memories of the cinema Still fill me with happiness Life was so easy then Then things changed As things tend to do If this webcam Is to be believed Then my…

I am not here my love No matter how hard you look I did not return home Please in my memory Move forward And look for The happiness That we once shared

Did you know that your father designed The Ground Radar Systems Used by the Luftwaffe Yes he was sent to prison After the war for eight years It was obvious to me That this was not for the non payment Of outstanding library fines Some might say that because Of the gravity of his crime…

Do you find that people Over analyse your dreams I do not dream I have never suffered a dream So my answer to your question is no

I did not want to be here But I was ordered To serve my dying country Either that or be shot By my own side I am now sitting wounded By a shattered hedge Which will probably outlive me Unless I receive immediate attention This seems increasingly unlikely As the night is slowly drawing in…

When Roger returned From Mexico City He bough me a psychedelic skull That I now have on my writing desk Selphine and Josie Each received limited edition Mexican football shirts Celebrating the Day of the Dead We have just returned from Our favourite pub next to the river Where the girls football shirts Were much…