Stuart Miller-Osborne

It was nice of you to buy me this badge Especially as my name is Dennis Your name is not Dennis It is in the summer And when I visit Dover Why did you write Dennis In the visitors book Because it was there It was a church Have you no respect Dennis the Menace…

The Count had been very kind to me And had put his small castle at my disposal I had not written since the accident Which so shattered me that I was unable to write He strongly believed in me and had published The Vulture and the Ferryman Which was very popular As was Lou le…

You work in accounts Miss Sanderson-Sweet You are the nicest person That I could hope to meet

You are sleeping Quite naked and free Under the nine window Which has views to the sea

This is not a Jazz Poem

I can remember you at a party When you removed your cotton shirt And spent the rest of the party topless Nobody took any notice of you Your exposure was of no consequence But your exhibition was noticed By the old man opposite Who was unsure of what He was witnessing You waved to him…

A French actress one said After long non sexual scenes In a movie about an artist and his model That she was quite a modest girl And that the nude scenes Were a gift for her later self

There is a screaming silence In this sun drenched poem The white light is so pure That it almost blinds me

Just a brief glance But a knowing glance You have recognised me After all these years Your friend is too busy With her ruby red lipstick To notice that I am admiring Your Crysede silk scarf Which was my last gift Before we painfully parted I am still in love with you Stella Green But…

Colourless birds fly over The fragile geography Of this poem HISTORY When I was quite young I asked my aunt about Her legendary breasts To my great surprise She removed her shirt And asked me what I thought of them I was too stunned to answer So it remained our secret Although I can recall…