Stuart Miller-Osborne

The hearts of pirates Remain at sea After death   From my lighthouse I can see Ten thousand pirate hearts   On ten thousand ships That have sailed For ten thousand days     Pirate Hearts The hearts of pirates Remain at sea After death   From my lighthouse I can see Ten thousand pirate […]

You  are quite beautiful As you relax peacefully Full under the summer sun But as the gentle season declines You beauty will slowly begin to fade And your petals will be collected To further decorate cool winter bowls  

I have heard that butterflies Speak in esrever Before mating   Whether his true Or not Is open to question   As butterflies are known For the softness Of their conversations   Blue Butterflies Are really green   Red Butterflies Are really yellow   Purple Butterflies only exist In the dreams Of the insane   […]

There is no such thing as randomness  Every action is part of a chain  And is subject to the laws of sequence    Time – 12:29 Place: Dallas Texas Date: 22nd November 1963 Present: Lee Harvey Oswald and Me Reading: Walt Whitman Drinking: Coffee Plans for the Weekend: None      

Is the name of a painting In the Hermitage It is a masterpiece Or so I am told As I am completely blind And have never enjoyed Its vibrant colour

Is the name of a painting In the Prado It is a masterpiece Or so I am told As I am completely blind And have never enjoyed Its vibrant colour

On the main street in Deal nearly opposite the Landmark Church one will find a handsome redbrick house which was between 1936 and 1939 the home of the composer John Ireland But it is not the house and its associations to the composer that interest me but the space that can be seen next to […]

I did not notice the broken window Nor the lovers on the nearby parapet As yours eyes were the centre of my universe   The cool summer air had entered our studio And I knew that the light that was illuminating you Would soon fade leaving only your likeness behind  

I watch you as you sketch me You are slowly being immortalised By the high light of the morning sun In the background near your fathers house Your brother is courting my white sister They are a loving couple and will soon marry  

Our white sheets were all that protected us When Christine’s wife walked in It was like a scene from a French movie Two women naked in a bed They are obviously lovers One was lonely and the other was taking Advantage of the situation Christine’s wife draws a gun And shoots me dead The white […]