Stuart Miller-Osborne

I can feel the shallowness Of your relaxed breath As I sleep on your shoulder We have shared our smooth pearls

When I was at college I was invited to crew a yacht I jumped at the opportunity but it was an experience That totally changed my life and me as a person We had been island hopping for about a week When we ran into a terrific storm The yacht was overwhelmed and I was…

Why are you perfecting your karate On my rulers Gilbertine Because I have run out of friends My dear brother

Nu du matin Jane Nu du matin Will When I awoke Jane was not in our bed The cat was nowhere to be seen I lay back and felt the humid air Drift across our pale blue room I thought of calling this poem The Dog Days of Summer But future events Would change my…

Many people are waiting For the return of Jesus Christ But ask yourself this question Is he already amongst us Think about this Is he the quiet chap on the 08:34 Who stares out of the window As he lets his coffee cool Or is he one half of the couple Who live in the…

Annie Fannie Annie Could never keep still She would run Instead of walking And would shout Instead of talking It was not until She met Jack Hawking That she slowed her pace As it showed in her face This was welcomed All over the town For at last Annie Fannie Annie Had decided to slow…

Paine and I had arranged to meet on the beach It was our Rum Day But I had forgotten the rum So it was a Bum Day instead I was reading Gatsby In the shade of a bush Whereas Paine was sitting In our green beach chair The air had cooled since our last visit…

On the day before the match I damaged my wrist And was unable to play in the cup tie My club did not have another goalkeeper So my friend Polly offered her services As she played in the local female leagues The trouble was that I was very tall Whereas Polly was rather short I…

As I was walking along A dusty unmade road Next to the sea I purchased The Whitsun Weddings From a roadside charity stall I soon began to think Of a Roman Road In Wiltshire Which was little more than a hill I can remember seeing Roman Legions Passing these fields Of blind antiquity

I had opened my eyes and seen The secrets of the universe Nothing was hidden from me I knew everything It was time to descend From the frozen wastes Into the decaying valleys I was the fertile tree The flowers of colour The perfumes of the oceans Accompany me in my travels The world is…