Stuart Miller-Osborne

Earlier today I was celebrating with thousands The monarchs ninetieth year And then came the news That the Prince had died     2014

In a field not far away Courting pheasants Pass the feeding rabbits Whilst the doomed cows graze Without effort Unaware of their mortality The sickly mayor Proclaims his love for the Queen People cheer But do not really care I am always suspicious of happiness The girl from the hat shop notes To her disinterested […]

Turning Into the Void From a high vantage we watched the battle progress We watched as young men ignorant of delicate flowers Were torn apart by the confusion of war Each man slaughtered had experienced a childhood Whether idyllic or not this was of no matter It was their childhood Which now lay shattered in […]

Your wide presence protects me from the sea From the winter storms and the destructive waves But your feelings towards me I feel are vituperative I am at a loss to understand these feelings you have  

I am sad bad sad I am mad quite mad bad sad I am bad sad mad   Honey Haiku I am a lad bad Bad lad sad a mad bad lad I am a sad lad     Mirror Haiku Shrine A mad bad lad goes quite mad Mirror Haiku Shine    

For many years I wore Betty’s white cotton shirt Whilst vacationing in Southern France I no longer have this cotton shirt As Betty asked me to return it Because she was suffering from a summer cold      

Betty Blue has faded from my memory I now collect icebergs On Tuesdays

A Bohemian Life Cut Short By a Runaway Bus     I have always loved this beautiful photograph Which was taken in Skegness  In June 2004     We are still great friends 

Today I attended a memorial service To honour four American soldiers Who died on this exact day Seventy-six years ago   It was a peaceful and dignified gathering Held under bright September skies And during the moments of quiet reflection I was sure that I could hear the passing of time     Walmer Railway […]

Poetry is an awareness of the world  That others might feel but not see  If I said apples and chairs and pubic hairs  What would it mean to you    Nothing   That is totally correct as apart from the rhyme  There is not much of a relationship between  Apples and chairs and pubic hairs  […]