Stuart Miller-Osborne

 I feel a sense of belonging here,” she added, “but I will not miss your weather”.   I feel a sense of belonging here,” she added, “but I will not miss your weather”. After five months docked in Belfast the Villa Vie Residences cruise ship could be about to set sail. The ship, which arrived in […]

There is one thing that I like about you Only one Well two Only two Here is a story that happened to a friend of mine I will call him Henry He had a girlfriend name Shirley Who was always on heat The poor sod could hardly walk Well LSS she asked him to wear […]

Spear railings unused protect the ancient steps Nearby autumn leaves are slowly falling Tight and erratic in the squally winds The small wars are now upon us People are hiding in shops and cafes The streets of this small town are quite deserted Yet before the next bell the high sun will return White and […]

I cannot escape the sinister guard Who watches my every move With its cold reptilian eyes

I live opposite my ex wife She is married to my best friend I see her most mornings In what was our bedroom She parades around either quite naked Or in various states of undress This torments me greatly As I did not instigate the break I have asked her not to so this to […]

An hour gained an hour wasted Open your eyes just open your eyes Jane and I visited a cafe She purchased a wooden boat The cafe slipped off of the cliff Some years later Landslips are a fact of life In Bonny Bonchurch The waitress who served us Was named Anactoria  She lived in Freshwater […]

Niece of Mungo Daughter of Dumbo Lives in Gumbo Nickname Jumbo

A tune on your reed whistle Hollow sounds vibrate Across the shrill valley In the high trees The Larddie Birds Are engaged in their courting rituals

Wittgenstein retired from philosophy for ten years Favourite colour Red Ewe Purple Violet Number Three Yours 69 Behave City Paris Yours Bath Which end Behave Meal Steak I will cook you a steak Drink I do not drink Sherry I love sherry Can you paint Not to any standard I have exhibited Music Classical Jazz […]

Today I purchased A small green book Poems of Robert Browning Enclosed on page seventy-seven There are a number Of pencil and ink sketches I know that you like dancing A parcel will soon drop Through the letterbox Of your night blue door