Stuart Miller-Osborne

The freedom of solitude Is a afternoon bed Still in its heavy silence It is the world beyond

shyning bright in the depths of a holy night These were the opening lines Of our school song Which was composed By my late brother When he returned from the war Many thought them to be meaningless The ramblings of a man driven mad But I knew him well and disputed that As those who […]

As I climbed up a snow covered hill Deep within a thick pine forest I found a huge star like structure Made entirely of concrete spikes It had never been recorded in books Nor was its initial function apparent Had it been erected in lost celebration Or was its history far more mysterious

I used to play in a punk band We called ourselves Lucky Numbers After the lead vocalist Who I fancied rotten During one of our gigs I found out that she was obsessed With the poetry of Tom Eliot So I pretended to be an expert And managed to get her into bed But she […]

If you know you know If you don’t know Then you don’t know Memories I have always captured memories But one stands out Which happened when I was seventeen It is a very simple memory I was standing on the open platform of a bus When the vehicle had to apply its brakes suddenly I […]

When I woke up you were no longer a sheep What were you doing sheeping with a sleep I do not know why ewe Find sheep so bloody attractive

I was never going to be popular panther in a cage

Of late I have been enduring Dreams of pitiful stress I have lost my position For no known reason I can longer afford my house Even though I am comfortably off I dream of living in a penthouse Even though I am terrified of heights I am counting all the known stars Despite suffering from […]

Think of a summers day A still summers day That appears to be silent Your mind is totally alive It is incredibly busy analysing The meaning of everything The silence of a summers day Is screaming loudly at you Your orchard is now a city

God does not make mistakes I make many mistakes Therefore I am not God