Stuart Miller-Osborne

I brought my fathers riches with me as I was going to buy land after the victory But all was lost in the storm and the gold now lies at rest on the sea bed   The green reflections were fake The long jetty was fake But the sea that had once held my future […]

I am an engineer I may not look like an engineer But I am an engineer   I am an architect I may not look like an architect But I am an architect   I am a designer I may not look like a designer But I am a designer   We all use paper […]

I watched you sing the Hymnus Eucharisticus   From the Great Tower   And listened as the bells rang out   Over the dreaming city   Later we visited a small café   And enjoyed a May Morning breakfast   As we grow older theses days might fade   But they will never be forgotten

When I was unwell A great deal of traffic Passed me by Pink Pastels  Raw Tomatoes  And Random Taxis  Far from home  Added to my confusion But now that I am well I am concentrating On constructing a rockery In Derek Jarman’s Garden  

I watched as two children ran happily between the cloud hedges Chasing their early March shadows under the low land sun How charming our situation was on this the brightest of afternoons My wife and I were sipping piping hot tea from bone china cups Being careful not to scald our lips even though the […]

From my sick bed Above the sea I can see the triple stars This brings me A great deal of comfort

A Beautiful River Flowing past me Under the Baby Blue Sky     Written by *** aged eight    

On Saturday I released 15 balloons To celebrate the publication of my book about The Strasbourg Dancers One of these balloons Was later found by Frau Troffea Who started dancing In her beautiful apartment In the 6th Arrondissement      

On Tuesday I released 17 balloons To celebrate the publication of my book about The Strasbourg Dancers One of these balloons Was later found by a child from Strasbourg Who started dancing In the Street of the Schools  

Without sounding obvious the average Joe on the street lives under an invisible ceiling  He or she is not aware of its existence as they cannot see or touch it. But they can feel it    Why do you say that Alice?   They can feel it because when lets say a mathematical problem becomes […]