Stuart Miller-Osborne

Your freedoms drip casually through my fingers Without stopping to question my thoughts on liberty

As the afternoon matured a serene light settled On the placid sea None of those present were aware of this light And carried on with their day But as I paddled in the shallows I let my free hand Skim the surface of the incoming waves It was not long before I had collected the […]

You almost find this fine building by accident in a square adjacent to a busy road The Square House is not a house nor is it square It is actually a rectangular temple which I am told is the best preserved temple of its kind in the world My wife and I spent some time […]

I am a Ninja a fully fledged Ninja To ascertain this position of dishonour Took me many years of training I was the muse of a giant octopus Who told me quite early on That I would never be a samurai As I was too dishonest But that I would make a fine Ninja And […]

I have been a prisoner in the red house for some months now When I say that I am imprisoned I play with the truth As I am a roaming poet A master of Haiku My every comfort is looked after with a great attention to my needs Meals are brought to me three times […]

On the day of my fathers wedding He was nowhere to be found I searched all the hired rooms in the hotel without success Until a bellboy noted that he was still asleep in his bed And was complaining that he had been unable to sleep Because the bellboys had kept him awake My mother […]

I only sculpted in my dreams For in reality I was dead But even in my dreams I was blind As I had been in real life Before I opened my veins   When you add water to clay It almost liquefies This defeats its resistance But the addition of water can be quite damaging […]

The Virgin is always staring at me Each time I visit a church she stares I ask to see her breasts and she instantly forgives me But does not avert her stare   Jesus follows me as I walk around the city He does not take his eyes off of me I wonder if God […]

The summer sky had finally drawn its veil over the heat of the day And in the darkness of a wheat field I was awaiting the moon For I while I chatted to the nocturnal creatures But they soon grew bored of me and continued their night The moon made her appearance as the eleventh […]

On the outskirts of Hungerford in West Berkshire there are two pill boxes which unusually are to be found side by side They are adjacent to the railway line that runs between London and the West Country and both overlook the Kennet and Avon Canal Today they are crumbling a little but are an integral […]