Stuart Miller-Osborne

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

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 […]

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

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

Hamilton quietly closed his front door He was carrying a bunch of flowers Grace watched him cross the road The flowers were not for her She finished her coffee And entered their apartment Clémentine Delauney  Within a few minutes all of his vinyl records Lay on the railway embankment They were worth hundreds of pounds […]

I live in a village whose main road Tends to be busy during working hours This is unfortunate for the creatures That also live in the village Many suffer severe injuries After being hit by cars I do my best to comfort them During their final hours And am struck by the tenderness Of their […]