Stuart Miller-Osborne

I am sitting huddled on a freezing platform Waiting for The Last Super Train It is running late as it always does You have told me that you are warm in your bunk Please stay there as it is so cold outside The coffee machine on this station is in a sorry state Unlike you […]

I have never written even one line of poetry If I claim that I have then I am a liar All the poems that I claim to have written Originated in your head and nowhere else I am nothing more than a colourful palette And you are the naked white canvas

Guess what Joe I am all ears I bumped into Monika today That was nice for you She has invited me to join her football team Really Richmond Ladies When do you start A week on Sunday We are playing Sutton Ladies I will be there No clashes No we are playing on the Saturday […]

I live in a top floor flat Which is positioned Opposite one of the main runways Of The Blue Airport My father bought it some years ago And lived there with me Until he drank himself to death It then became mine I quite frequently sit on the flat roof With La Rupture who is […]

Death has nothing To do with going away The sun sets The moon sets But they are not gone They are only hidden You might think that You have stopped me How wrong you are As I am still on your trail

I was born on a snowy January day And for some odd reason prefer winter This amuses Jane as she adores the summer Earlier today when I was tidying the garden I spotted the early signs of colder weather The larger birds were flying amongst the high spindle trees And many of the smaller creatures […]

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A high rainbow hung Radiant above the cold sea All my horizons were illuminated

I knew that a special wind Was about to cross the bay As the blush clouds do not lie

I have just completed my latest work It features a small room in Margate I have called it Project Blue After the Dutch model Who posed for so long On my damaged bed we both had dreams of owning irregular spheres