Stuart Miller-Osborne

I was made in Berwick and my earliest memories Are of the magnificent railway bridge over the River Tweed For the first six years this was my entire life Until I discovered the theories of time travel My name  is Marcus Aurelius Smith

A spa full of happy people Collecting rose petals From the overhanging trees How pleasant life is in Cambridgeshire     From Cambridge Poems   

I am sitting by the fluid traffic lights In an easy chair that has seen better days I am wearing a small blue jacket and a red top And a pair of Marks & Spencer supersize knickers As I am very proud of my long tanned legs Nobody has spoken to me today Apart from […]

I have no name Or to be more truthful I do not need a name As I can be spotted easily By the rocks in my pale green dress Just whistle and I will come

There are many people out there Who do not appreciate Brutalism I feel very sorry for these people Up to about ten years ago There was a bus station in Slough Which was absolutely beautiful But it was much hated By the people of Slough and was demolished It was replaced by a rather odd […]

Whilst walking from the railway station Freddie saw two girls holding hands He assumed that they were green gay girls   Freddie in Broadstairs The Victorian steps that lead to the road were quite beautiful Freddie noticed beauty a great deal during the warmer months   Freddie in Broadstairs Whilst in Broadstairs Freddie visited the […]

I was looking into your raven black eyes for a trace of the moon But my investigation was inhibited by the passage of your tears It was a late winters night and the sky was angry and dull A coarse wind was chilling the empty streets and we were alone So very alone but I […]

Seven chickens with bright green heads Seven sky storks ready for flight Seven puppies white and bright Left my village during the night   Seven crows and seven kites Seven cats all egg jade white Left my village during the night

all things are governed by the moon the birds in the dark trees hide from you as your travel brightly across the night sky you raise me from my velvet dreams and I stare at you not moving at all as all things are governed by the moon the tides that rise and fall without […]

Victor was playing his guitar as the sun rose above the sea Blush Pink Blush Red Blush Gold Blush Blue   Judith had left her bicycle against the railings Of the promenade that overlooked the empty beach   She was still asleep in Victor’s white maiden bed And would not rise until she heard the […]