Stuart Miller-Osborne

I had the traditional modesty of a girl-moon and was distressed at my full exposure in the heavens My full charms were there for all to see The darkness no longer protected me So I sought concealment behind a cloud I was bare in the vault of the heavens But the cloud I chose concealed…

David and Lisa were near the city of Ratisbon They had been exploring the area for a few hours David was carrying a paperback book detailing with all of Napoleon’s battles whilst Lisa was carrying a slim volume of poetry by Robert Browning Do you realise that Napoleon stood on one of these mounds and…

Some months are tinged with sadness They are easily recognised As happiness seems so far away But as you look into your morning garden She is there and shares her space With the vivid flowers And waits patiently For you to open your eyes   Marie Lou Salazar (1946-1973)   Translated from the Spanish by…

You may live in the River Avon And remain hidden from view But I know you are watching And are waiting for the day When you can emerge from the waters And replace us in God’s affections  

Oh wee Catholic creature she holds you tight I might have said this But then again this could have come from another tongue I am envious of you I envy your beautiful winter’s coat I envy the comfort that you possess Safe in the arms of that beautiful woman A Master has recorded your union…

There is a dead owl between the rails At my local railway station It was killed by train Some say it was foolish to stray so far And it should have stayed safely in its tree Where it could have observed the passing trains without friction But one must remember that not all owls are…

I was visiting the city in my dream The day was spring like and the sun was warming me as I walked down one of its many hills As I approached the city centre I found myself surrounded by a number of Italians They thrust out pens and asked me to sign their books Why…

Miss Curious with Intent works hard during the day She lives at 335 Cork Street And has a maroon Pekinese dog She has named it 335 Cork Street As she is proud of her little house Which is situated at the base of a hill Here in the City of the Caesars  

Into the Light The marble tiles reflected the soft pink bulbs Which were hung carelessly from the station wall I had reached my destination But no-one came to greet me I knew then that the azure kings had lied   Midsomer Norton The famous children’s author Roald Dahl’s First job Was selling kerosene In Midsomer…

John Wilmot the Second Earl of Rochester once wrote a poem on my pretty backside I have never read his poem as I am forbidden mirrors But I am told that it reads as follows We have a pretty witty king And whose word no man relies on He never said a foolish thing And…