Stuart Miller-Osborne

The poem was a dream-vision inspired by his voyage to the Dutch East Indies Peter Paul painted his ship bright orange and spent a great deal of time on deck As he was inspired by the ever changing seascapes and nature of his epic work His great friend Robert Sullivan died during that voyage as […]

Now Rancher lives alone on his farm With only his dog for company His wife left him many years ago As she considered him dark sullen In a week his Mail Order Bride will arrive He will return her within a month If he is not totally satisfied with her Now Ranger has painted her […]

Baker Street In this wonderful station you will find many rooms Some hidden some open to view You will find pleasure in some and pain in others All within the sound of the passing trains Baker Street (Explore with Care)   In this wonderful station you will find many rooms Some hidden some open to view […]

In this beautiful country of ours we are lucky to possess many beaches that consist mainly of pebbles Generations have walked along these beaches looking for interesting stones But be aware of the following when you are next on the beach That is that certain pebbles possess almost human emotions and should be treated with […]

Albine and Edward lived in Thunderspit Bay until recently They collected pebbles from the beach and painted miniature seascapes and other places of interest on the sea worn surfaces They then sold the decorated pebbles on to passing tourists About three months ago Albine and Edward abruptly closed their small business after they found a […]

I will share my cinnamon biscuits with you if you share your lemonade It is so hot today Above the beach the capricious kites entertained the passers by Chines Dragons Exotic Birds Captain Pugwash They all bathed in the cross-winds of the day In a nearby café three children Are eating creams puffs They have […]

On my last visit You were grey And quite miserable This saddened me I had accepted the loss Of the steelspider But I could not have imagined Your loss of colour

The strawberries in Kent are always ripe at this time of year When we were younger we picked them for fun It was a sort of working holiday Were you paid? Yes but it was only enough to pay for the evening drinks at the pub and catch a film in Maidstone What do you […]

The Reverend G Burwella and I are sitting on the settee His face is hidden deep in my underarm hair In the kitchen his sister Lets Go Retro is making the tea Later we are going into the church yard Where he will release 99 blue balloons In memory of his dream cat Who died […]

West Country Doggerel Early morning Fred Left his sister In her bed Dead And asked Ted To touch her head And confirm her dead Trowbridge Doggerel Early morning Ted Left her sister In his bed Dead And asked Ned To touch her head And confirm her dead Westbury Doggerel Early morning Ned Left Sister Ted […]