Author: Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • John Thomas and Lady Jane

    I was born on a snowy January day And for some odd reason prefer winter This amuses Jane as she adores the summer Earlier today when I was tidying the garden I spotted the early signs of colder weather The larger birds were flying amongst the high spindle trees And many of the smaller creatures […]

  • Musical Afternoon

    M.U.S.I.C.A.L A.F.T.E.R.N.O.O.N

  • Magical

    A high rainbow hung Radiant above the cold sea All my horizons were illuminated

  • Magic

    I knew that a special wind Was about to cross the bay As the blush clouds do not lie

  • Project Blue

    I have just completed my latest work It features a small room in Margate I have called it Project Blue After the Dutch model Who posed for so long On my damaged bed we both had dreams of owning irregular spheres

  • Imogen’s Poem

    Jane and I are visiting The Salt Flats in Tavira The area has a remoteness That I admire greatly And because of this I saw the floating skulls As Jane relaxed in a salt pool It was obviously my imagination As skulls are not known to float

  • Loving Strangers

    I suppose that I should be called a nerd As I have a great love of the railways I especially love the stations But of late I have begun to get very angry With those who seek to spoil them And I am not talking about the vandals Who should be arrested and castrated on […]

  • Chat Noir

    We will meet soon In the City of the Caesars The air will be milder Spring will have decorated With a pastel brush I am looking forward To meeting you again

  • Joe in Hell

    I really dislike you Joe You are no oil painting yourself Maureen You have ruined Josie’s life Have I You are illegal So are you Stop bickering you two I have met people like you before Fat women who are angry with the world They have nothing going for them I have a great degree […]

  • All Passengers Gone

    I do not often weep But I did when The heritage railway Left Cliffmere Avon It had been A part of my life Since I was small The landslip at Chalk Red Was the final straw As the repair costs Were out of reach Many schemes were sounded But all failed and the engines Left […]