Stuart Miller-Osborne

It was like bumping into a friend You had not seen for many years A pure coincidence Orbits colliding Without reason   I had not planned to visit The beach that morning But I just found myself there Attracted by the luminous sea   I knew that the sun was about to rise And slowly […]

All our poets are dying  A disease is killing them  Soon there will be no poets    This is of no matter As our poetry is recorded   But what of the new voices  Will I hear them  In the accepted silences         

Shake your camera When taking the photographs Use a vivid filter  And then you will   Caress the sea     

The sea that morning was more luminous Than I have ever seen it or expected it to be A few ships distant on the silver horizon Were moving so slowly that they appeared to be still   I was on the beach awaiting the suns rich theatre When I saw a vivid green flash in […]

In my dream I woke up in Japan I was sitting behind a sturdy barrier In an ultra modern railway station Around me there were a number of rather excited schoolchildren A Bullet Train was about to pass at speed Each of the children had their camera focused on the running line But I had […]

J read somewhere that if a giraffe Drank a cup of coffee That it would be cold By the time it reached The bottom of its throat Maybe or maybe not But that is assuming That giraffes like coffee In the first place   There are no giraffes in Dover And the town is poorer […]

He died alone Quite alone WE were not allowed To share his final journey As the country was locked I resented this then AS much as I do now So I killed a couple of cops Who had come to arrest me For breaking the curfew THEY sent some MORE cops To KILL me But […]

I saw the day moon in the green stones Under a low sun on the afternoon beach   The tide had exposed the white chalk rocks And had washed them sea sea soft smooth   I could not see the day moon No matter how hard I tried   There was a vacancy in the […]

Two red telephone boxes glow red against the heavy sea mists   January has arrived   I am about to make a call but first I need to find Mr White   Two red telephone boxes glow red against the heavy sea mists   January has arrived   I am about to make a call […]

I am in the background Of the photograph Near the sea rails Looking in the general direction Of Ramsgate Ignore the pier As it does not exist In anything but your imagination