Stuart Miller-Osborne

The colour grey is a neutral colour that falls between black and white                                                                                      […]

The river is high  It has risen Since the storms The city is busy  But seems quiet  Under the flat skies Colours although bright  Are rather dull  I move without passion 

The Landscape Changes  I lost a Dear Friend  A man so dishonest  That I doubted myself  But he is now gone  I chopped him into pieces  Each of are clean The green fields have returned  They are no longer under threat  And will grow unpolluted  Away from disease and false songs  I am painting with my rifle butt […]

You are sometimes known  As the Oak Moon or the Cold Moon  This is your final visit before you  Fade into deep winter I wrote this poem  In the hour before I retired  Little did I know  That our troublesome cat  Would wake me up  Some hours later  And that I would find myself  Freezing in the Night Garden  […]

You are all legitimate targets  You know who you are  Resign now  Enjoy your cornflakes 

I have a rather scatty flatmate  Her name is Winter Erotic  She is the type of person  Who makes coffee  And forgets to drink it  Last Tuesday I returned from work  And found her in the bathroom  Washing her hair over the sink  Dressed only in my track bottoms  She apologised for her state of […]

I never had time  To say goodbye  Sedate days Green Gold Vermilion

Monstrueuse réalité Comme je suis content de plus habiter à Paris  

Zest  Infinite Zest 

I can see a large piece of ice  just below the surface  of the wide river  it is heavily populated