Stuart Miller-Osborne

look look look the sea is behind you   only my past is behind me i have no wish to study my past   the sea is an olive blue in the early light   quite beautiful turn around and face your future

I am never naked On this beach As I always Have my thoughts   Anna on the Beach  I am never naked On this beach As I will never reveal My deepest passions       Outlaw

Naked fresh from dreams I am looking out of the window It is light already As it always is in May To my left is the sea Strangely dark in the half light The house to the right is asleep And will be till the breakfast hour All is still apart from a seagull Lonely…

to romanticise the world is to make us aware  of the magic mystery and wonder of the world  it is to educate the senses to see the ordinary  as extraordinary the familiar as strange  the mundane as sacred the finite as infinite   Who said that Novalis Never heard of him or her He was…

My friend from Bosnia is visiting me this summer His skin is Blue due to an industrial accident he suffered He is in love with my ginger sister who he calls Red Even though her name is Pauline and she is in fact blonde We live together in a lovely little house in Green Park…

It was because of my residence of this station That I went to college and later met Jane I can remember the morning well It was the Morning of the Goddesses When I was introduced to two poets Fun’ya no Yasuhide and Fun’ya no Asayasu We shared tea and discussed my future They said that…

We are all fading slowly This is inevitable We are all ghosts But do not admit it   This is to be celebrated As it is the only possession That we really and truly own It is ours to cherish for eternity   But I do not love my ghost  at all Indeed I hate…

When walking recently I found a Batman figure Secreted on a bench facing the sea It was made by Lego as part of a Gotham City set I was quite surprised by my unusual find As one does not normally find Lego figures On sea worn benches with views to France   Yesterday I purchased…

It was to be a joint poetry project We would travel across Amerika Writing poetry along the away But it did not work out that way The whole thing became too hard for you And you left me just over a week ago I am now sitting by the pool of a motel The sun…

We are what we repeatedly do Excellence then is not an act But a habit   I think that Aristotle Has captured me In a nutshell   I am the ego But there are those Who would keep me in a darkened room       Outlaw