Stuart Miller-Osborne

Your book was passed to me today By your executor Your dedication is long dry The ink pale with age But my memories of you are fresh And really that is all that matters     2016

Swarms of red rose ladybirds Hang heavily in the autumn air We are sharing a drink on our summer seat And should not be there at all As September has passed And October is spent Save for a day But what a day This day of golden avenues With its warm breezes and gentle light…

You are travelling to Telford Give my regards to the Iron Bridge I am travelling to Oxford With Wren Wren Leipzig A goldfinch with a phenomenal intellect   If you send me a couple of selfies From your hotel room I will release the goldfinch And instruct it to travel in a northerly direction  …

When the Queen Mother reached her ninetieth year I was in Dartmouth in South Devon The railway station in Kingswear Was highly decorated And many wore traditional costume To celebrate the occasion It was a very hot day And on the beach People wore very little But small flags of celebration Were still planted in…

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