Stuart Miller-Osborne

Every Thursday I travel to Whitstable To meet the girl from the flower shop During the shorter months We take tea together discreetly in the Palm Cafe But when the months become warmer We sit together on the beach without a care And share light sandwiches and orange juice I am Valerie Taylor and I […]

I am looking out of a window At a world that does not see me The birds feed At their crowded table Each day The woman feeds them With a feast Which they eat and enjoy Each night the pretty lights Sparkle and shine Through my window I want my life to be free I […]

About twenty years ago I found a small exercise book full of handwritten poems in a park in London They were very good and much superior to anything that I had ever written I did nothing for five years and then decided to publish them under my own name The poems were well received and […]

I adore seaweed Said Lorri Li I love its texture I love its perfume And how it is ignored When it is washed up on beaches Mermaids are often thought To be the sweetest of creatures But we are the most foul We are not beautiful Our beauty is what you choose to see And […]

During my summer break I attended a school in Cape Cod To learn the secrets of Haiku  

The light from the equator Is seeping into the winter sky The air is still and quite frigid There is no warmth to be found Except when I hold you tightly On these bleak and abandoned rocks  

The sea has retained much of its warmth Summer memories have not yet faded The year is new and promises so much But this brittle beach remains the same

I saw Jesus near the sea today The actual location is immaterial And I will not reveal it He was dressed in a heavy coat As the weather was immoral The clouds were indifferent To his presence and drifted aimlessly Often obscuring the late December sun I thought that he looked grey But he assured […]

I was watching a village football match When my son was booked for a foul I protested to the referee saying that a child Should not be punished for such a petty misdemeanor The referee said that rules were rules And that he was right to book my son I asked him to interpret the […]

The beach is quite deserted We are the last couple As we often are Extremes do not worry us Be it heat or chill In an hour the light will fade And the year will end in beauty