Stuart Miller-Osborne

After a vigorous walk on the beach I returned to our second home It was whilst soap showering That I noticed a moth watching me It later landed on my cheek And began chatting in a language That I could not understand What a beautiful moth you are you are What a beautiful moth you…

I have a good friend named Angharad Who shares her love of gardening with me She also works at the local garden centre I think that my friend is very beautiful But I am not attracted to her in any way Yesterday she was wearing a very loose blouse And was unknowingly exposing her breasts…

Pale moths moved erratically Around our small coastal garden Molly was waiting for the blue moon To illuminate her darkening sky

As they walked together Through the dry valleys They were deafened By the complete silence Of a summers day

You really like Kent Were you born the county Alas no but I consider myself An honorary member A Man of Kent If I could be so bold I rather like your poetry Joe I have not written much about Kent Bishopsbourne was a lovely poem I enjoyed its slow creation But there are others…

The finest words come from Nice Philosophers My cat died in Paris or maybe it was Marseille There are some who think that my dog is still alive I will feed it when I return from walking the lobster

I have a beautiful garden in Paris Which I have named Mimi After the long forgotten river Which used to flow in this area Today I received a letter from the authorities Noting that that I must sell my garden As a new road is being built locally I have no rights of appeal During…

The truest words come from nice philosophers My cat died in Madrid or maybe it was Seville There are some who think that my cat is still alive I will feed it when I return from walking the dog

Winston Churchill was briefly photographed On a train at Bishopsbourne railway station Cigar in mouth he was reading wartime papers A secretary unseen is sitting at her typewriter She was probably in the process of taking dictation

Two worlds exist within a wisp of a mile At the top of the hill everything is new There are roads going off in many directions Yet this all fades as one descends into the valley The village is hidden for much of the route There are clues but these are often tree shrouded It…