Stuart Miller-Osborne

The Wet Room Had Israeli posters Advertising toothpaste Whilst showering These posters remained Uninterested in me On the final day I travelled around The city alone As many do The Metro Odeon Is quite ornate But it feels Modern In the street It was thirty-two degrees Hot enough for June Was a movie Made in…

I was stretched out with Stephenson on her tiny bed We were discussing a murder case and were reading the reports I was fully dressed but Stephenson was naked from the waist down This was the way she worked and I had got used to seeing her like this Stephenson was wearing her only her…

About halfway through my afternoon dream I came across an Art Deco bar which was located at the top of a shallow path This surprised me a little as it backed on to a beach which was being tormented by a vigorous breeze A smart barman in a white pinafore dress was blindly polishing his…

A lot of people think that I have an image to protect That is total bollocks as I could do anything And still not harm my image You have to accept that being The Son of God Does go a long way in life A few days ago I checked in To see if you…

I have been told that I am an angry man But I do not believe that to be true As I love the trees and love the flowers And most of all love you          

Many years ago I found myself working in Paris My office was in the centre of the city Although I could have walked from my apartment I was lazy and used the Metro   This had been my method of travel for a number of months But then as the summer breezes had begun to…

Marina killed my parrot I came home one day to find it dead On the kitchen floor It had been run through By a knitting needle I knew that Marina was guilty As I have no idea Of how to knit When I confronted her She denied any guilt And said that grey parrots Were…

Eighty years ago this bridge might of been on the front line The nearby towns and villages would have been obliterated But the invasion did not take place and today it sleeps Next to the abandoned pill boxes that are fading slowly into dust When I was a child my parents told me that the…

When Angels Cry The Earth Seems Dry When Angels Sleep The Innocent Gently Weep When Angels Sing The Church Bells Ring When Angels Sup When Angels Bathe When Angels Speak When Angels Read When Angels Dream When Angels Pray When Angels Die The Earth Seems Dry The Innocent Gently Weep The Church Bells Ring The…

We are walking naked along the coastal road Now that the lockdown has faded But no-one is bothered as all the holiday homes Are as empty as the sea view retreats of the well to do Not that that we would care For at the end of this road there is a gentle hill That…