Stuart Miller-Osborne

Whether I see you is dependant on the tides But if my understanding is correct Then I should be able to see you today I will be able to stand next to you Naked Jane will photograph our bums Iron Flesh Identical But the flesh is weak It feels the chill wind I will soon […]

From the deck of my white ship I can see scores of white buses On the lanes that lead to the coast They are always there waiting   At night I can see illuminated carousels Spinning wildly in the winter winds Nobody is riding the stationary horses And as a sailor I have become used […]

Rides on tube trains Likes travelling underground Always wears black Is not a Goth Tall but excessively so She/Her Writes but does not publish This is her first poem Be Kind

WHEN I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Tho’ you should lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care. I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough, And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted Than you are now.   Many have […]

I had waited nearly a year To see a live football match But along came a summer storm And the game was abandoned at half time The seagulls won on penalties I hear I do like God’s sense of humour

I once read that a train is a small world Moving its way through a larger world That is an interesting thought But think of it in reflection   Train Do you think that trains exist Because There Is So much sadness in the world   Train I was in a gallery For almost two […]

It had been nearly a year Since I last attended a live football match Illness and pestilence had put pay to this pleasure So you can imagine my excitement When the game returned to my life But alas it was not to be as storm appeared and flooded the pitch Leaving only the gulls and […]

The moon is brighter tonight As it hangs above the sea It gently illuminates the pier         Deal 23:55 July 30th 2021

In my collection of interesting things I have a French King made of stone His name was Louis and he reigned From 1558 to 1575 when he was lost at sea   But you will not find any record of this King As from the day he was born he was cursed And everything he […]

In July 1482 a son was born to a peasant couple In Southern France He was named after his fathers axe His name was Alexander of the Meerkats Sadly I know little more that this But I thought it worth recording