Stuart Miller-Osborne

My wife and I will begin the construction of the sixth church between the runways in about a month as we are currently collecting the building materials required For this task my wife has adopted a more grunge like style of dress which she considers more suitable for the task ahead    

An airport was built on the marshlands of my county with its two main runways leading out to sea What sets this airport apart from others is that between the runways there are five churches only four hundred and ninety six yards apart Each month my wife and I break into the airport so that […]

Lady Lovibond If you look out to sea you may witness The Lady Lovibond sailing low across The silk sand wastes   Do not regret her final voyage For she will return and thank you For your kindness   The Postal Light The postman cycled along the sea road with his heavy bag full of […]

We sit here on the beach on these infinite stones waiting for the sun to fade so that we may look at the stars and together own the night    

In his cell of white washed walls Altis kept a diary The movement of the sun And of the stars was all recorded With the upmost care Occasionally the guards would invite him To warm himself in front of the great fire It was here he took the opportunity To note the movement of the […]

The doubtful rose lay only yards from the beach It scanned the horizon for signs of adjustment But the day was quiet Apart from the breeze Which was tormenting the spring sun With its violence    

Edward and Edwina were sitting in the shelter in their special gowns We await our cocktails but the hour is late And the hotel is closed Then we are arranged for nothing The pair then fell silent and watched as the darkness overcame the sea It had been raining for about five minutes when a […]

The Street that Lost its View of the Sea When I was a child I could see the sea from the windows of my house But this changed when a number of proud villas and a church were built Soon the street lost its view of the sea And became quite sad although it retained […]

Deaf grasshoppers in the cornfields Produced their peaceful songs Which were enjoyed by all who passed If I had been still I would have recorded these quiet melodies And filed them into my silent libraries      

One I have been told not to eat ants As they believe in the regeneration Of the soul discuss   Two If one places their hand into a bucketful of ants Then they will crawl up your arm And nest in your warm areas discuss   Three When walking in the countryside You will pass […]