Stuart Miller-Osborne

On the first day of the fifth month My gentle sister May Sings with the Magdalen College Choir On the top of the Great Tower The new sun is warmly welcomed As it has been for over five hundred years My sister has the voice of nightingale       Richard Day (1950)

The pink moon was followed by an orange sunrise I walked to the beach wearing just my outer clothes And followed her as she began her morning journey I was thinking about swimming in the pale blue sea But quickly abandoned the idea as the air was quite cold For the next hour and a […]

Somebody has drawn a penis On the roof of a beach hut In Westgate on Sea There are so many cunts In this world of cunts But I have forgiven this cunt As he or she has added Three xxx to this coastal masterpiece Which along with the fine sea views Is green gentle and […]

Each morning just as the sun rose I slipped out of my apartment And went for a swim off of the hippy beach which was usually empty That is where I met Irene who was the daughter of a local bar owner She was also an addict who hung out with the drifters of the […]

Yellow dog In the sea Requires affection   The coastal path Has no beginning or end This was Gods creation   I enjoy the white light And geography Of my home town

My parents died in an air crash three years ago And in their will they left me our apartment Which is in the shitty part of town When I was growing up I did not care But now I hate looking out of the windows As all I can see are concrete buildings Full of […]

I went to a Lou Doillon concert and as arranged met her afterwards with my partner Stephen Masefield in a pub near the harbour arm Stephen read a number of poems which Lou enjoyed very much and we all chatted for the best part of an hour My name is Harry Harper and I am […]

The green sign points towards the freedom beach Which today is grey gold and quite bleak Trains no longer call at this harbour station Nor do the pleasure steamers dock nearby Yet this station does not sleep in its past As it has been given a further lease of life By those who have visions […]

The young sun hangs blush pink in the sky Nothing moves except the sea My day is already complete       On the morning of 28th of April 2021 a vivid sunrise could be seen from the beach in Walmer Kent

Caron and I always sleep with the windows open so that we can breathe in the fresh sea air as we dream But I found it difficult to sleep as a super moon was shining in my face with a bright abandon I knew that what I term a Japanese Sun would shortly be visiting […]