Author: Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • Slow Motion in Colour

    I am known for filming the waves In slow motion When asked I reply that I much prefer To record the colours of my life In slow motion

  • Summer into Autumn

    As September closes The nights are drawing in The trees are no longer fresh And the colours are fading There is a sense of imminent decay But the autumn moons are quite splendid White cream and low on the horizons This year the winds are quite humid Which is unusual but not that rare Hurricanes […]

  • Return to Dartmouth

    I waved to Jane as I sailed into the town It seemed that I had been away on a long voyage And not just a visit to the opposite bank of the estuary Jane was playing chess with the seagulls And did not notice me at first I waved again which gathered her attention She […]

  • Yellow

    Paul these letters were dropped on your mat One looks important Saw Janet at the gallery Did not think very much of the show Two doors nailed together and daubed with paint It has all been done before Janet has invited us to her I am wearing yellow panties show If it is good as […]

  • Special Day

    Today is a special day A happy day But this is as far as I will go As some things must remain private HAC

  • Bonheur

    When visiting a castle yesterday Not far from where I live I purchased three stems of dried flowers And as I did so two children came up to me They enquired about the dried flowers I explained and let them touch the brittleness The children were amazed as they had seen something new God had […]

  • 20 Minutes of Happiness

    I was born on a farm But now live by the sea I am a very devout man And believe that God Grants you 20 minutes of happiness Each day of you are calm And pray without distraction

  • Offer Her Honey

    It was a Dream within a Dream Within a Dream Within a Dream A Dream full of Exotic Colours I once read that an African explorer Took a Grand Piano into a desert Whether this is true or not Is open to question The Trade Birds have told me That piano music can be clearly […]

  • I am a Jellyfish

    During the hot spell in early September I decided to walk into a desert Or what is known as a desert The only desert in England My walk would be around six miles The sea would always be my neighbour But I had to name this coastal walk I am a Jellyfish is a poem […]

  • I am a Jellyfish

    I am brightly coloured But do not possess a sting My beauty always protects me From those who wish to harm me