Stuart Miller-Osborne

I purchased three small people But paid for only two I considered the waves Peter House Paul Was riding his bicycle I was lining up a shot When he passed me

It is a drunken sea High and without shape Today is the longest day I am in a plush hotel Sharing an iced beer With Billy the Kid

Cruel narrow wide steps ahead Uneven in places not easily seen All paths lead to the sea A southerly wind hidden The sea gleams Midsummer

On Margate Sands I can connect Nothing with nothing I am watching The Sea Pool Being swamped By an incoming tide It is a cruel witness Eliot’s sea shelter Is now being repaired After years of neglect Which has made me Very Happy The beach is deserted Save for visitors from afar Who appear to […]

I purchased three bags Of sea glass Green White and Brown Was I going to make anything Not really Just friends

When I was a child a rather Slow and Dirty railway Passed behind my house I enjoyed watching the trains From my bedroom window And then my father Took a job in Amerika And I did not visit England For twelve long years We later returned to our previous house However the Slow and Dirty […]

For the last few days I have had little to say The reason is obvious Summer Football Wow Jane in all that time Has only asked Me two questions Why has that footballer Got blue hair (why not) And would she look good In the pink and purple German football shirt (hint hint)

As I trained my sights on the President I stopped for a moment And listened to Mozart

A few years ago in St Raphael I was on the beach when a storm Dropped upon us all We sheltered under the promenade I began chatting to a girl In a pink and yellow bikini blue She seemed cold so I gave her my shirt In exchange for some of her goose bumps

I prefer living alone With my colours And my pen People irritate I took the cloth Over twenty years ago But nobody recognises me