Stuart Miller-Osborne

I have always wanted to be an artist But I am better with my pen Poetry can result in an acid existence I am not there yet But I can see the road clearly   Il y a une douceur et une gentillesse dans le livre de poche There is a gentleness to be found […]

The small moments were all that really mattered my friend They have always been of the most importance to me A walk in the blue snow under a freezing moon The feel of the ice wind dusting my face These very eyes were once blinded by the white summer sun But now they contain only […]

I am not a coward I am a student of science  I even question the existence of God  There is a rational explanation to all things  The devils of my mind are troubling me  I had not kept a diary for many years but I found myself recording my thoughts in a small ledger book […]

Sunny June Garden Pink and Green  At this time of year the sun sits high in the bright sky Which gives a radiance to even the dullest of colours bleached From my window I can see my massive green garden bushes And the populous pink flowers beneath There is a short concrete path that leads […]

The likenesses of Mr & Mrs Gladstone had hung on the wall of my grandfather’s farm house for as long as I could remember They were actually plates with photographic images of the great man and his wife and dated from the late years of the nineteenth century Although they had aged well there was […]

When I say dog dust what do I mean What does it mean to you What picture does it present Do you think of a dog defecating Evacuating its bowels Or do you think of a dead dog That has recently been cremated And is now dust A dog might be expecting his master to […]

In a few short weeks I will be travelling through France On a High Speed Train I shall be taking my Tractatus Logico Philosophicus with me It will rest on the small table in front of my seat as I watch my train race through the French countryside I say that I will watch the train […]

The Islander The Silence of Applause That is why I live on this remote island Far from nonsense of mankind I have only the seabirds for company Which suits me very well On fine days I read my poetry to the clouds And the applause is quite deafening This brings me a great pleasure I […]

This may sound incredible But there is ship on my doorstep I can see it clearly from my upper windows About once an hour I wave to the crew But they do acknowledge me Which is a little sad As we will be sleeping together Throughout the long night   In mid December 2020 a […]

I am loved by those who love me And despised by those who despise me Balance is everything If this ship is not balanced Then it will sink Balance is everywhere The Sea The Sky The Clouds Everything is balanced But we were not balanced And that is the reason That I am resting here […]