Author: Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • 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 […]

  • Lido

    It was a very hot day in the city And people were flocking to the lido I swam there frequently on warm days With my wife and her best friend But today we had decided just to soak up the rays And stretched out in the grassed area To the right of the main entrance […]

  • The Small Sea

    Overnight a small sea has formed In front of my apartment It was not there when I retired It stretches as far as the railway station The trains although running on time Are floating by at the end of my garden Leap leap this is a matter of trust Boo is lucid again or at […]

  • The Strange Tales of Hamilton and Grace

    You love your Black Angel  You Do  You Do  Be True  Be True  To your Little Boo  Grace was injecting again  Her eyes slowly closed  She was travelling to a better place  Hamilton was seen to be clean  But this was not the case  He was half clean  And desperately  Wanted to accompany Boo on […]