Stuart Miller-Osborne

My beautiful wife gave me a packet of perfumed tissues Soft Lavender I will never open her gift As I am jealous of the scented contents And will not share them with any anybody I keep these tissues on an antique tray beside my bed My dreams are full of their beauty I feel blessed…

I read in a newspaper that hand-crocheted dolls Of Vincent Van Gogh are now available In the Tate Britain and elsewhere They are thirty-five pounds each  He is shown wearing his French work jacket And a rough grey hat I wonder what Vincent would have made Of this exclusive range of dolls Perhaps he might…

I read in a newspaper that hand-crocheted dolls Of Vincent Van Gogh are now available In the Tate Britain and elsewhere They are thirty-five pounds each  He is shown wearing his French work jacket And a rough grey hat I wonder what Vincent would have made Of this exclusive range of dolls Perhaps he might…

Is it a passing train on a high embankment Or is it walking through a room full of coloured lights I was born in Reality which is a small town in Nevada  

From my vantage I have a clear view of Deal Pier It is however slightly obstructed by a thin ladder Which is being used my the workmen Who are repairing the sea worn roof But unknown to them sweet naked angels Have used this orange ladder as they return To their wonderful fathers white house…

I found two books dating from 1857 in a charity shop today These were two volumes (of four) of the plays of John Webster It appears that they had spent the last ninety years in an university library I am a hit man and I am awaiting my hit but she is late as her…

Beach Street Deal is very real But after a coastal meal you can feel quite ill So try to start off on an even keel       Anon

Annie Smith-Jones lived a privileged life Private School The best house in Kent with coastal views And a villa in France with views to the sea   But she knew that she was lonely Because the apple orchards told her so   Her grandmother had lived In one such orchard In Teston Kent And Annie…

Return my love from the pure country green Tell me stories of the happy folk And the many wonders seen     History These are the only legible lines of a much longer poem which was found by a fisherman in May 1940 I am not here to discuss the merits (or not) of the…

I had a sister named Gensis Whose real name was Rebecca But from a young age She was nicknamed Gensis As she was such an adoring And gentle older sister She vanished whilst swimming When I was only twenty And each week I visit the beach Where she was last seen In the hope of…