Stuart Miller-Osborne

I kissed an angel In a dream last night But she was not An ordinary angel She was my angel Full of sin

There is a fairy in my garden Elsa Really Yes What does your fairy look like A fairy Is she beautiful and petite I suppose so With almond eyes My fairy is very sleepy I have not studied her eyes Does she fly around as fairies do No she seems exhausted I think that she […]

There are many who think That this summer From May to September Will be extraordinary This will please my friend Olive Green Who works as a photographer At the Lido This said she is still refusing To wear the sea blue tee shirts As she prefers aqua marine

There are many who think That this summer From May to September Will be extraordinary This will please my friend Clo Clo Who works as a lifeguard At the Lido This said she is still refusing To wear the yellow tee shirts As she prefers olive green

There are many who think That this summer From May to September Will be extraordinary This will please my friend Cleo Who works in the gift shop At the Lido This said she is still refusing To wear the cerise tee shirts As she prefers aqua marine

There is an artist who lives near me in the village Who in his younger years was a friend of Eileen Grey Due to an illness he lost his voice and is now silent He greets me with a smile whenever I pass his studio The vibrant colours of his paintings still shout loudly In […]

As I retired from my dreams And opened my liquid eyes I saw her hanging in the pale sky Illuminated from within Yet slowly fading into the new day

We toured the churches when not on the beach As it was a welcome rest from the fierce sun Stan used his Box Brownie which drew curious glances From those who had never seen such a camera before Jane

I am currently on holiday in Portugal Salema to be precise All is well with my day My lovely wife is in the pool She is naked Jane always swims naturally I am writing this very poem On the back of a newspaper It was to be called SSS But I changed my mind As […]

This is my favourite time of the day I love the feel of these fragile hours And the coolness of her silk