Stuart Miller-Osborne

I had a silent dream During the night So I turned the volume up That was my biggest mistake

Someone once said to me that the only thing That does not change Is change itself That does not change Someone once said to me that the only thing    

At least once a year I wander down to the beach Usually on a cooler day As I am given the space that I require   Whilst there I read The Rime of the Ancient Mariner In its entirety   I have not completed this friendly task So far this year As I have pretended […]

I am beginning to hate My Radio As it chats incessantly all day   I do not have books or a television And am forced to listen to My Radio   As you can guess I am in a cell A cell of my own simple design   When I close my eyes I can […]

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea    In a beautiful pea-green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money,    Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above,    And sang to a small guitar, “O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,     What a beautiful Pussy you are, […]

Viola ##### Viola Anna I have been up all night You silly girl Things will work out No I have been working on a mathematical problem Whatever for Viola do you notice something Yes there are no time pulses Six is a perfect number but what if prefect numbers did not technically exist What if […]

Today I explored the early autumn lanes The trees had not really turned Even though the ninth month Was nearing its inevitable end   I sat on a rough wooden bench Which had views distant Towards the darkening sea   The spruce and limber yellow-hammer  In the dawn of spring and sultry summer  In hedge […]

The burnt leaves have not fallen Your Rose Hep is now deep red My fields are ready for our hibernation A great deal has been left unsaid         A short poem has been left in a bus shelter between Sandwich and Deal every year since 1983 these poems are normally found in […]

Outlaw OUTLAW He is not here Anna Hi Jasmin Do you know where he is because Anna did not come home last night Do you want to speak to her Is she there Hi Anna Where the fuck have you been I have been so worried First Penelope and now you I have been here […]

When I es a child I often traveled to FRANCE From thiz hovverport with mum and dad I have happy memmorues of these journeis Although I was quiet often sick