Stuart Miller-Osborne

I travelled to Paris with my family just after my tenth birthday This was the first time that I had travelled abroad The year was 1964 I feel in love with Paris straight away Although I was warned by a man in a bar That she was a whore Who would spit you out When…

I am a cage in search of a bird I am a bird in search of a cage   I do not identify with either of these quotes As I am a hummingbird Hummingbirds do not live in cages Nor do they dream about residence     H-u-m-m-i-n-g-b-i-r-d  

The hearts of pirates Remain at sea After death   From my lighthouse I can see Ten thousand pirate hearts   On ten thousand ships That have sailed For ten thousand days     Pirate Hearts The hearts of pirates Remain at sea After death   From my lighthouse I can see Ten thousand pirate…

You  are quite beautiful As you relax peacefully Full under the summer sun But as the gentle season declines You beauty will slowly begin to fade And your petals will be collected To further decorate cool winter bowls  

I have heard that butterflies Speak in esrever Before mating   Whether his true Or not Is open to question   As butterflies are known For the softness Of their conversations   Blue Butterflies Are really green   Red Butterflies Are really yellow   Purple Butterflies only exist In the dreams Of the insane  …

There is no such thing as randomness  Every action is part of a chain  And is subject to the laws of sequence    Time – 12:29 Place: Dallas Texas Date: 22nd November 1963 Present: Lee Harvey Oswald and Me Reading: Walt Whitman Drinking: Coffee Plans for the Weekend: None      

Is the name of a painting In the Hermitage It is a masterpiece Or so I am told As I am completely blind And have never enjoyed Its vibrant colour

Is the name of a painting In the Prado It is a masterpiece Or so I am told As I am completely blind And have never enjoyed Its vibrant colour

On the main street in Deal nearly opposite the Landmark Church one will find a handsome redbrick house which was between 1936 and 1939 the home of the composer John Ireland But it is not the house and its associations to the composer that interest me but the space that can be seen next to…

I did not notice the broken window Nor the lovers on the nearby parapet As yours eyes were the centre of my universe   The cool summer air had entered our studio And I knew that the light that was illuminating you Would soon fade leaving only your likeness behind