Stuart Miller-Osborne

This poem has the above title As I watched the movie A few years ago and rather liked it My poem is about a holiday That I took with Vince and his girlfriend Julie We planned to travel by train But ended up travelling on our motorbikes I am a complete idiot full stop As […]

Whilst we bake here in the south Ellen wears a thick sweater As the wind is cool Sisters Two I have invited Ellen To sit in my garden And soak up the sun Whilst I explore the islands Wearing something Incredibly Chic Eileen

Today is a very hot day Too hot to walk very far I have decided to sit on the embankment Of a disused railway lost in time Although pleasant it is a sad location I am reading a book of short stories That I recently purchased in Hythe These were written by H.G. Wells One […]

How splendid you looked in old photographs Just another Kent station organised tidy and clean And then the decay set in slowly and without pace I have had occasion to visit your derelict remains The rails are still there but are now overlooked By the cruelty of your recent history

Sitting on the platform Slack afternoon Sunny Sally Sleeps

Rachel est une femme Martin est un homme Stuart est Stuart

The two Nagarita’s Can be found Near the level crossing On most summer days Their job is to protect The road from the trains Both sit on old house chairs And knit most of the time Just to pass the hours Between the trains

I always judge summer by the dusts Whipped up by passing vehicles As they take a short cut Along our unmade road My thoughts are obviously handmade If the coastal flowers look heavy Then a fine spell is imminent If these flowers are colourful Then the weather is likely To be changeable and rather mixed […]

Yesterday I answered the door And was greeted By a chap Who gave me a leaflet About the Tory candidate I assured him That it was my intention To vote Conservative As I had always done We chatted for a while And he observed That I was a typical Conservative supporter White Middle Class Highly […]

I am writing poetry again As I do on most days This morning I was in my garden When the day was only 225 minutes old I was writing In the early morning light Which is one of the advantages Of living by the sea God Moves in Mysterious Ways