Author: Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • Horizons

    I was in Iceland recently looking at a frozen lake The day was fading but the horizon was quite clear The ice in front of me was deepening in its blue colour   To be truthful I knew everything and nothing As in thirty minutes it would have been pitch dark And I would not […]

  • India

    I have been to this country but have never seen its beauty. Was I born blind? No I can see as well as the next fellow. You see, my parents were in India when my mother became heavy with child. And for a number of months I was carried around reading Tagore to pass the […]

  • Revolution

    As I drank my coffee I watched my St George’s flag Flutter is the morning breeze I felt such love for that flag And knew that one day All the wrongs would be corrected   Memorable Anthems stepped out onto the balcony Wearing only my grey Che Guevara tee shirt I kissed her bush and […]

  • Memorable Anthems

    Memorable Anthems and I were sitting on our balcony Overlooking the Street of Lost Dreams I had just raised the flag of St George As it was St George’s Day       Outlaw 23/04/22

  • My Grandfather’s House

    My bedroom window Overlooks the ancient tracks Once used by the early pioneers   My grandfather built this lonely house With views to the lake and the distant trees It has remained in my family ever since   Today is my wedding day and I will bring my bride To this airy window so that […]

  • Changing Tables in the Seychelles

    Quite often when I am working I watch webcams from around the world From cities to beaches from mountains to valleys One of my favourites is a beach bar in the Seychelles The cam is focused on a couple of tables Half revealed in a complex of palm trees Yesterday I watched as a group […]

  • La philosophie de Rebecca

    I was at the swimming pool yesterday When I saw two guys kiss each other fully of the lips So what It happened when I was in the unisex changing room I was wearing my lime green swimming costume Which as you know becomes gossamer when wet My breasts could be clearly seen through the […]

  • Afternoon Poems

    White Sidewalks  Only the white sidewalks Lead to the railroad station In this violet town   Quite why this is so Is long lost to history But I do find it convenient   Afternoon Swimming Pool After a rather busy morning We are relaxing by the swimming pool How lovely you are in your blush […]

  • The Man Who Sold Dover

    I am convalescing in Tunisia After a serious accident At present I am housebound Which frustrates me a great deal But of late I have made a friend An expatriate of slender means Who told me as we sat on a terrace That he once sold Dover To a passing sea captain Who promptly lost […]

  • The Sun in the Sands

    Jane and I lay behind A burning bush In the midday sun We were alone on the beach And were listening To the hollow bells Of the three churches As they followed The lengthening hours