Stuart Miller-Osborne

I love the summer But her cousin winter Is also rather beautiful She is very temperamental And rather unpredictable I try to ignore her bleak moods Which is often quite difficult White Blood Black Blood

If everything around you seems dark Look again You may be the light Let the night retreat These are the Days of Heaven Just open your eyes Rumi

Never apologise for having it all As at times you will Have to witness the disadvantaged Whinging on about their poor lot It is a heavy but unnecessary cross Enjoy your wealth my friends

Were busy all week but lazy at weekends Lucy expected her girlfriend to get the paper Whilst she made breakfast in the pale kitchen blue They would then split the newspaper in half And curl up in separate chairs to read the lies On summer days they would sunbathe in the local park And later […]

A friend of my past died tonight Part of me also died This always happens I needed to be happy again But I chose to be angry I needed my revenge La Rage La Rage La Rage

Something of my past stopped tonight These things happen from time to time It upset me greatly so I decided To become happy again I assassinated a local councillor Whose extreme views offended me It was all over in four hours And as I say on my settee Reading a future newspaper A policeman knocked […]

Each day I scour the city For new and original words I keep these words In a glass bottle For future use As I plan to write poetry

I will kill you slowly I will eviscerate you You have invaded me I will not forgive you Please stay As I am lonely My door is always open Intimacy awaits you

I frequently stop just to watch people pass by I stop in busy streets and in shopping malls But my favourite locations are stations Buses Trains and Trams fascinate me greatly As people are always moving without much thought The destination in their minds is of the greatest importance Yet they forget about the journey […]

A secret river runs beneath my feet It was covered many years ago On the quietest of nights You can hear its hidden flow