Author: Stuart Miller-Osborne

  • My Father is from Berlin

    A Stone Age man was looking into his fire When he witnessed the future He watched with astonishment As a high speed train screamed Through an empty station Under a dying sun He was concerned That the world As he knew it Was about to end  

  • The Bumble Bees of August

    The bumble bees are far away I cannot hear their hazy sounds In the silent bushes sparse today   The decadent flowers Are just the blush dreams Of the silk soft summer months     28/01/22

  • Lady in Red

    You are sleeping quietly Almost hidden between the sheets Raw Red and Pure White A January Crescent Moon overlooks you But does not share your quiet dreams In the pale skies the Travelling Gulls Are returning to their home shores And are celebrating in the vacancy of the dawn

  • Untitled

    A boy swings on a low branch near a railway The branch weakens A strong wind breaks the branch It falls on to a railway line A train passes over the fallen branch Its braking system is damaged The train runs into a stationary train Serious damage is caused to the train The boy reads […]

  • Cannes Railway Station

    i have only ever passed through Cannes Railway Station My name is Olive Green And i once wrote a book Italian Science Fiction Which proved very unpopular in the city And i have been informed That if i ever alight on to platform six That my life will be in danger

  • Nice Railway Station

    In my dream I was in Nice railway station Sketching its beautiful ornate interiors When the owner of a bookstall approached me And asked if I would like to buy a Barcelona scarf I told him that I would although the day was red blue raw But my major concern was that I was still […]

  • Desmond

    Desmond had decided to visit a charity shop As he had seen a book in the window It was as he was purchasing this book That the assistant a lad of about twenty Told him that he had a good British accent Which was nice as he had difficulty in understanding others Desmond who was […]

  • I Am In Japan

    I am in Japan       Where are you         ?

  • Frida as a Bandit

    Her shirt is open to the waist She is holding a loaded gun   I am painting an invisible revolution From the safety of my balcony    

  • I Listen to Dragonflies

    I listen to dragonflies   Words are superfluous   Homage to Anais Nin  Life shrinks and expands  in proportion to ones courage   You cannot save people  You can only love them      Dogs bark at what they do not understand Woof Woof   What I hate about you is your wall If future […]