Stuart Miller-Osborne

The ability to write poetry Is God’s greatest gift to me He has taught to me to think He has taught me to see I owe him so much

I am tired of the continuing frictions Look for the beauty of life That will settle all arguments

Instead of walking You seem to float I adore your colours Gay and bright You cannot speak Without smiling You are perfect And without flaw

Is a church that haunts me It is located in a small street in Venice That is where I first met you I broke the line of your prayer By stumbling over a loose chair We have been together ever since

It was so nice to run into you again Yes it was a nice surprise How long is it About six years I think I left you on that railway platform in India I was on the run Yes the cops were after you I know How did you leave the country I bribed an […]

I like women with underarm hair Many say that this is not feminine The question I ask Is do they fully understand The meaning of the word

When I meet someone I know if I am going to like them Within the first six seconds

When one takes a photograph The moment recorded Will never be repeated

On the 23rd of May 2023 A jazz evening is to be held In St Peter’s Church This is a Jazz Poem

There is an avenue Not far from where I live That is the home Of a large tree Wide of girth But not of height Two lines of The Tyger Always spring to mind Whenever I pass it