Stuart Miller-Osborne

It is not what you feel It is what you see   It is not what you see It is what you feel  

On the pier she stands Looking out to sea She is waiting for her artist But he will never return As he no longer lives in London Town     At the end of the stone pier in Margate there is a bronze called The Shell Lady after the artist Turner’s landlady who now spends […]

I was asked to rest in a stable by a friend And pose for two photographs This I did without argument As I usually dislike my likeness recorded Whilst in the stable the sound of the sea Almost overwhelmed my thoughts Even though I was on dry land It felt as if I was sailing […]

I have been in prison for over forty years They do not want to parole me As I am considered quite mad This saved me from chair or so I am told But I think my family had a large say As roasting the daughter of a classy family Was not really on in this […]

We are currently in a small restaurant Next to a wooden jetty It has been a warm day And we paddled before our meal I should have showered Before coming here As I am highway soiled But you are quite fresh Like a cooling breeze In the distance I can see a shy seal Surfacing […]

I am so rich that I do not have the desire to work But my family is threatening to cut off my allowance Unless I work for some fat sweaty cocksucker Within a multi-national company in a large city They want me to make something of myself And to find a nice man and have […]

I saw Ripley drinking coffee this morning He was wearing a white shirt and cream slacks How innocent he looked in the early sun    Am I not as innocent my love    Yes but you do not possess his charm Clive  But you are good enough for me  One can however look at other […]

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Today I travelled to Morocco I always travel on a Good Friday As I wish to honour Jesus Christ   I am staying in a hotel with a large window That gives me extensive views over the city But I am tired so I have closed my sunlit eyes   My day dreams are all […]

White and Blue and Blue and White Was the most famous poem written by George It was completed on Black Box Beach in 1947   Black Box Beach had been a hippie beach in the 1960s It had also been a nude beach in those more liberated days And this is where its rather unusual […]