Stuart Miller-Osborne

jimmy jago jumped from the deep dover cliffs as the sea was no longer beautiful and the special light had dimmed  

I have seen her occasionally on the Circle Line trains With her head bowed as if she was weeping It is said that she was jilted by her first and only love Whilst travelling between Paddington and Notting Hill Gate And has waited for him ever since on this never ending line       […]

I have pink-washed my house So it stands out in this street Of dour and dirty dwellings Bright amongst the dull facades That so mar this pretty little coastal town   I am an artist a poet and an author Of licentious books much read Nobody speaks to me in the street anymore But I […]

She posed quite naked on her piano Or so I am told by my bright-eyed friends But as I have been blind for many years I just listen to the sweetness of her songs For I have no interest now in the visual world     Captain Cat  

Although it stands High above the forest Our pearl tower Cannot be seen From beneath the trees Which is an advantage If one is hiding from pirates

I was rowing across the lake With my pretty girlfriend When she asked me to change The direction of our passage As we had missed the thin jetty That led towards the freedom road   Slow World After sinking our small boat We walked the short distance Towards the freedom road But once there we […]

On Friday the 5th of September 1823 William Cobbett passed through Teston in Kent On Friday the 5th of September 2014 Stuart Miller Osborne passed through Teston in Kent He was on his way to nearby Wateringbury as a fisherman had promised to sell him a red herring

It is often said that cricket is a game of the sea If this is true then I suppose That God must be an Englishman   Kent Apples  I must say that I enjoyed the sight of your bare bottom As you streaked across the cricket pitch It only confirmed to me that ripe Kent […]

Last summer we often sat by the lemon rock looking out to sea without saying much to each other Our exile only being broken by frequent swims and visits to the orange bar under the cool beach trees These were our memorable days that have now been hidden by the rough  touch of the wet […]

I planned the final scene of my movie after a number of sleepless nights There was to be a shootout in a small village between the cops and the revolutionary group My heroine (Marianne) would be shot in the first few seconds But she does not die although her pure white dress is much soiled […]