Stuart Miller-Osborne

Snow Slow Snow Moon Go Snow Slow Snow Moon Go The Crisp Clouds Loud Crisp Clouds Loud Have Tired Of You Now Tired Of You Now And Are Exchanging The Changing Are Exchanging The Changing Seasons Without Reason Without Reason  

When the snow falls from the colourless skies I think of you at the beach café On the pathway to the dunes You are naked under your thin dress As you have just returned from a swim We are sharing a pizza and a beer And are listening to a gentle couple Whose language we […]

I purchased a Hoover In Vancouver To soothe her frustrations With me  

You are now green and white I have not visited you for a while You tell me that the Spring is close I have difficulty in accepting that fact For today the skies are grey and very still  

Love poems 128 have never been written There was no need to apply them to paper I am waiting for Love Poem Number 9 It is running late as the trains do But I am certain of its arrival As I am writing this I am validating the day The day is grey and quite […]

I am sitting at a lock dangling my feet Into the knowing waters of the canal Today is exceptionally hot Which is surprising Given the summer that has passed In an hour we will visit a windmill That is currently hidden from view And watch its miracle sails Caress the afternoon breeze  

Ana and her sister Monica were sitting on a bench not far from the church of Saint-Nicholas Both sisters had been born in Granville but now lived in Paris They were visiting the town as they did together every six weeks To visit the sea I tell you there were reports in the 1950s that […]

David Bowie I dreamt about David Bowie last night That was nice for you I dreamt that he had agreed to attend our jumble sale and that you and all the girls were amazed that I had managed to persuade this mega star to come to our girls event I dreamt that you and Anaka […]

Proud sisters you stand opposite the open fields Once you were much in vogue Concerts and outings were greatly arranged But fickle fashions fancy And now you stand neglected Your chalybeate springs have been forgotten And their cures consigned to dull history     Just to the south of Melksham in Wiltshire can be found […]

Gail and Erika were sitting on a weathered wooden bench on the Plymouth Hoe Both women were looking out to sea Thinking of William Bradford They had not planned to visit Plymouth as they returned from their holiday But they had received news that an aunt had suffered an injury So they had both decided […]