Stuart Miller-Osborne

My nose is not broken I was not injured The pain has receded If it existed at all

And am finding it hard to breathe We are heading Towards the nearest port

One discovers solitude Night Watch The yacht is night lit Nothing really moves Apart from the sea Yet chaos reigns We have been passed By ghost ships long lost Exotic sea birds Can be seen but not heard In the distance I can see dawn breaking Others sleep as I dream

You can open your eyes Yes I am naked No you are not in heaven It is because I am hot And like to feel the morning breeze As it liberates your bedroom Erotic Poems of Summer

I have been driving around England With my beautiful wife Silke My wife is German And I am English We have seen many memorable sights During our long walks But one has cut into our memories We had just passed through a nameless town When we saw a red setter hanging from a garage girder […]

I was brought up in countryside Even though I was born in a city I now live by the sea With few plans to move I am happy here

Joe why do sharks not frighten ewe They are all Gods creatures They frighten me You should be worried too You have unconsciously rhymed Josephine Sharks have no concept of rhyme Yet understand pulses of sound Sephine shows no alarm She would pet them if she could I am just a wimpy coward Who looks […]

Those who live by the sea Always think about the sea

I have just read you poem Joe It was bleak and rather cruel You wished to be deaf and blind It was the directors cut Josephine We have sailed for hundreds of miles You have seen heard and tasted beauty Yet you pray for oblivion Sometimes you really frighten me

I searched for my reflection In the suffocating darkness I searched for the black moon Which refused to help me