Stuart Miller-Osborne

Do you realise that this railway bench Is totally balanced Every part has a job to do And if it fails then chaos might follow It is what I call the balance of mathematics Quoting in practical terms it applies to the balance method This is a fundamental rule stating that any operation That is […]

I have written about this before To the point of ad nauseam But everything has a lime hue Seriouslyeverything The girl who runs the paperkiosk I know wears a navy blue uniform But she is standing in front of me Wearing the same skirt blouse and jacket But attends a lime hue the specific identity […]

I love you As the shore Loves the sea Your purse is full Of lost coins It will not be found

On the last day of the war I found a German soldier Hiding behind a hedge He had dumped his rifle And was reading Goethe I should have made him A Prisoner of War But chose not to do so And passed him off As my German cousin

After a vigorous walk on the beach I returned to our second home It was whilst soap showering That I noticed a moth watching me It later landed on my cheek And began chatting in a language That I could not understand What a beautiful moth you are you are What a beautiful moth you […]

I have a good friend named Angharad Who shares her love of gardening with me She also works at the local garden centre I think that my friend is very beautiful But I am not attracted to her in any way Yesterday she was wearing a very loose blouse And was unknowingly exposing her breasts […]

Pale moths moved erratically Around our small coastal garden Molly was waiting for the blue moon To illuminate her darkening sky

As they walked together Through the dry valleys They were deafened By the complete silence Of a summers day

You really like Kent Were you born the county Alas no but I consider myself An honorary member A Man of Kent If I could be so bold I rather like your poetry Joe I have not written much about Kent Bishopsbourne was a lovely poem I enjoyed its slow creation But there are others […]

The finest words come from Nice Philosophers My cat died in Paris or maybe it was Marseille There are some who think that my dog is still alive I will feed it when I return from walking the lobster